The choice

Mark and I had been seeing each other for several months. He wasn't like any one else I had dated. Yes, he was handsome and smart. He worked long hours to ensure the success of his business. But there was something much more about him. When we talked, he actually listened. His eyes didn't drift. He didn't constantly check his phone while we shared a meal. He had expectations that took me a while to get used to.

On our first date, we arrived at the restaurant. Once he parked, I reached to open my door only to have him reach across and touch my arm and say, "Please wait. I'll be right around to help you out." I was a little taken back. I sat and waited. But it made me slightly uncomfortable.

We made our way into the quaint eatery and after we were seated I felt I asked, "Do you know how long it's been since someone opened a door for me."

"Clearly too long," he said. "You know just because a man offers a hand or opens a door doesn't mean he thinks you aren't capable. What he's showing you is that you are someone to treasure."

"I've never really thought about it," I replied. "I'm so used to taking care of things, it's never really crossed my mind."

"Women today have been made to feel it makes them weak or less important if a man shows them common courtesy," he explained. "That's not the case at all. You'll need to get used to that if we continue to date. Now tell me, what do you have a taste for? Tell me what you like, and I'll tell you some of the best dishes here. I eat here a lot."

I knew that night there was something different about Mark. From the small ways he made me feel like a princess, to the way his hand at the small of my back felt protective and possessive. Each date added new glimpses of the man.

After a few dates, he invited me to his apartment for dinner. I was so curious to see how he lived; What his space would feel like. I arrived 10 minutes early because I learned long ago, being right on time was actually being late. If you value people, you value their time.

He greeted me, and welcomed me inside. Hardwood and leather gave the space a warm feeling. It was very classic and manly. It suited him.

"Nice place," I said. "It feels like you."

"How's that?"

"Solid, classic, warm. Yet with a few surprises, like that picture over there." I pointed to a large black and white canvas that hung above the couch. It was a photo of outstretched hands. They looked like they were reaching out to you.

"Do you like it," he asked?

I walked toward the image to get a closer look. "It somehow very sexy, yet not over stated. Yes, I like it."

I hadn't realized he'd moved right behind me until I felt his hand on my arm. Then I felt his other hand brush hair away from my neck and as he leaned in to place a kiss on the exposed skin, he said, "It's not anywhere near as sexy as you."

I loved the feel of his mouth. His kisses made me melt. I could feel my whole body melt into him.
I was hoping tonight I'd get more of him. I wanted to see and feel him. Get skin to skin with him.

I got my wish, kinda. After dinner, we were having a night cap on the couch. The kisses got deeper. His hands twisted in my hair. He had a way of making me feel consumed. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his trousers. I reached to touch him through the fabric. His hand caught mine, "Not yet," he said. "It's to early for that."

"Stand up'" he said.

I looked at him, but did as he asked. He leaned back into the couch and spread his legs. He reached a hand out to me and guided me between his thighs. "I want to see you," he said.

My checks flamed. I know they had to be eight shades of red. Was he serious, and see what? He was watching me. I know I'm transparent with my emotions. They are written plainly across my face.

"You're beautiful. Show me you."

I stood there as he clasped his hands behind his head. His eyes never moved from me. It was so intense. I'd never felt like this. On display. Wanted. Someone patiently waiting on me. It was hot. It took me a few minutes to settle my mind. I slowly moved my hands to the top button of my blouse. I undid it. Then the next.

I didn't realize I wasn't breathing until I caught myself taking a large shakes breath.

"Don't stop. I can't wait to see what's underneath that shirt."

His words made me a little bolder. But I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact. It was still so intense.  As I worked my way down all six buttons, I swear the room heard up. I could feel myself getting slick between my thighs. I swear I hadn't been this turned on ever.

"Don't be bashful, your body is beautiful. Show me what's waiting for me to play with. Show me where you want my touch."

I let the shirt drop to the floor and forced myself to look at him. He blue eyes were almost black. I could feel the desire in his gaze. I kept my eyes on him as I reached for the zipper on my skirt. I heard every tick of that zipper as I worked it down. I pushed the fabric over my hips and it fell the rest of the way to the floor. I kicked it out from around my feet and just stood there.

There I was- thank goodness I had worn good lingerie! Just the black lace covered me from being totally exposed, yet somehow I felt totally naked.

"Turn for me."

Somehow my feet moved even though my mind was screaming "seriously." I felt myself turning. I knew he was watching every move. When my back was to him, he reached up and out his hands on my hips and pulled me back to him. I was sitting in his lap. I could feel his cock under my ass. I could feel his breath on my back. One arm wrapped around my waist and the other was moving over my body. Roaming across my breasts. Down to my stomach. Reaching for my drenched pussy. As his hand moved closer, I started to close my legs.

"Why are you closing yourself off to me? Don't you want me to touch you?"

I couldn't speak. I knew how wet I was. My panties were soaked. What would he think?

"I'm going to need you to answer."

I nodded my head yes.

"You have to tell me."

I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said quietly.

"Lean all the way back against me. Yes. Just like that. Now drape your right leg over mine. Now do the left. Don't you know how fucking hot it is to know your pussy is dripping for me? Don't ever keep that from me."

He was talking quietly right next to my ear. His hand slipped between my legs. He was stroking me through my panties. I couldn't remember a time that I'd been so turned on. His fingers slipped under the lace and slid up and down my lips. There was no hiding the extent of my arousal. He continued tormenting me until I was squirming in his lap, trying to fuck his fingers.


His arm around my waist had me pinned against him. I wanted to touch him to. It was frustrating.

He moved at such a slow pace. His voice a constant in my ear. "You're beautiful. You feel so good. I want to touch you everywhere. I love how your thighs quiver when I stroke your clit. You're so tight, your pussy just sucks my fingers in."

His words were hot and naughty and made me feel like I was on fire for him. I wanted more.

He pushed up to the edge of the couch and told me to stand up.

He stood with me and he moved me where I was in front of him. "I want more of you," he said. Then he kinda pushed my back on the couch. I laughed as I realized I was on my back and he was between my legs.

He ran his tongue down the center of my panties and the laughter died as I saw the look on his face. Fucking intense. I felt like he'd devour me if he could.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them down over my hips. Then the world slipped away when he settled his mouth on my bare pussy. He licked, flicked, sucked and drove me wild. When his fingers found their way inside me, my hips bucked trying to get him deeper.  He'd get me right to the edge and then pull back. Over and over, he was driving me crazy. I kept reaching for him. I wanted to touch him. Taste him. But he stayed just out of reach.

"What? You want some of this?" He was smiling as he started undoing his tie. I'm pretty sure I actually licked my lips in anticipation of his naked skin.

He dropped the tie on the coffee table and started on the buttons of his shirt, I swear the man had the patience of saints. If it had been up to me, he'd need a new shirt because those buttons would be all over the floor.

"I love your eyes on me," he said. "I can see how much you want me." I pushed up so that I could touch him. My hands slid over his skin. I dropped kisses on his stomach and reached for his belt.

Before I could get it loose, he had picked up his tie and was wrapping it around my wrists. I think I moaned in frustration. "Now lean back like s good girl and put your hands over your head."

"I want to touch you." I'm pretty sure I almost whined.

"Not yet," he said with a smile. "I'm just getting started with you."

He spent the next few hours coaxing me to the brink of orgasm; sometimes allowing me to actually climax, sometimes making me practically beg for that release. He was maddeningly patient. When he finally bent me over the arm of couch and slid his rock hard cock deep inside me, I wasn't sure I could take much more. I felt consumed. His body draping mine. His cock pounding. I could feel his balls slapping against me. I swear I heard him almost growl. He was rough. The sex was raw. I'd never felt such intensity. He reached around and pinched my clit and I came almost instantly. My pussy squeezing and rippling around his shaft sent him over the edge.

He stayed that way, draped over my back, whispering soft words. Slowly our breathing settled. He stood and moved back to the front of the couch. Pulling me down beside him. He grabbed a blanket and covered us, then wrapped his arms around me.

We kept dating. Over the next few months, we grew closer. The sex was amazing. He was constantly surprising me in bed. Cuffs. Toys. I never knew what he would throw out next. He had such an intensity about him. I felt myself wanting to give more and more.

Then one night after dinner, he laid it all out for me.

"Come sit with me," he said.

As I settled in next to him, he pulled me close and kissed me. A slow, lingering kiss.

"Let's talk," he said. "I think we have something special between us. But there's some things we need to talk about if we're going farther. I don't expect you to answer tonight, but I need you to think about it and then make the decision."

My mind was running 70 miles per hour. I couldn't imagine what he was about to say. I pushed back so that I could really look at him. "You need to just spit it out," I said.

"I'm sure when you stop and think about the last few months, you'll realize more and more. I have certain needs sexually. I need a woman who will submit herself to me. One who freely gives herself over to my pleasure. One who understands discipline and one who understands that I will push her to the very edge of her limits."

My face is transparent. I'm sure he could see all of the emotions and questions flashing through my mind. What the heck was he saying?

"What is it you want?" I asked.

"Nothing you aren't willing to give," he said. "You've been heading that way since our first date. You may not even be aware of it in yourself. You naturally submit to my wishes. You..."

"I'm not a push over," I interrupted. "I'm successful and capable. I've manage very well. I'm not some weak woman who is looking for a man to take care of her. If that's what you think, you've got me all wrong." I felt myself move back from him.

"No," he said. "That's not it at all. I wouldn't be interested in you if you were weak. It takes a strong woman to be able to submit sexually. I'm not talking about you being some mindless woman.  I love that you are intelligent and successful. That makes the other all the more special. I love our conversations and the fact that I can take you with me to functions and you easily interact with my associates and friends. What I'm asking is not changing that at all. I just have a very dominant side that needs feeding in the bedroom."

I sat just looking at him. I hadn't really expected this conversation. "I'm going to need to think about all of this, and I'm going to need to know more about what you expect."

"I told you I didn't expect you to decide tonight," he said. "But I am going to need you to decide. I'll be open and honest with you. Whatever questions you have - ask them. There's nothing off limits."

"So what are you? I mean are you like 50 shades of what?"

"Hell no," he fired back. "That's about the worst representation of this lifestyle I've ever seen."

"Explain it to me."

"How about I paint you a mental picture," he said. "Yes, I want you tied up. You enjoy that too. I've seen and felt how your body reacts to that. Do I want to spank you? Yes. I can just picture your ass all pink and hot after my hand has heated it up. Then I want you to imagine how sensitive your skin feels. You've already felt what it's like to have your orgasm held at bay. To make your body so sensitive you'll beg me for release. Imagine me tapping right on your clit with a crop? I think you'd explode with an orgasm like that. To have you totally dependent upon me to give you those feelings if I choose to let you have them. To know you give yourself over totally to me - that's the ultimate gift. The amount of trust you place in me. You trust me to give you exactly what you need physically and emotionally to get the most from our experiences together. That's what I'm asking."

Needless to say he gave me a lot to think about that night. And I didn't give him an answer right away. In fact, I asked a lot of questions. He sent me some links to information he felt might help. He shared thoughts and images that kept me curious and a little nervous. But he didn't push. He just kept telling me that the choice was mine.

He left for a business trip and that gave me lots of time to think. Clearly I enjoyed him. I wanted more of him. And yes, I knew that part of what attracted me to him was that aura of control that was visible in every part of his life. And yes, the sex was amazing. When I looked back at our encounters, I could clearly see he had seamlessly slipped elements of his lifestyle in most of our times together. He was always in charge. And I had freely participated. Never once did I question or feel uncomfortable. And I craved him. I never could get enough of him.

We talked most every night while he was away on his trip. I invited him to my place for a welcome home dinner the night after he returned to town. He accepted. I couldn't wait to see him.

He was to arrive at 7pm. I knew he'd be 15 minutes early. So I got busy getting everything ready when I got home from work. I slipped out of my work clothes and slipped into the perfect outfit for the evening. Lacey thigh highs. Topped off by a emerald green bustier, matching thong and a black garter. The color worked well with my complexion and auburn hair. I slipped on a pair of heels and touched up the make up. The last two piece of my outfit were sitting on my nightstand. A blindfold and cuffs. I was going to give him his answer in the most obvious way possible.

I unlocked my front door then I moved into the living room and knelt on the floor. He should be here in just a few minutes.  I slipped the blindfold over my eyes and fastened the cuffs around my wrist. As I waited on him to arrive, you couldn't begin to imagine the thoughts that ran through my mind. What if I got this all wrong? What if he'd changed his mind? What will his mouth feel like? I felt my pussy getting wet with anticipation. Crazy the effect this man had on me.

He knocked. And I said come in. I heard the door open. I knew he had walked in. He didn't say anything. Now I was worried. He wasn't coming closer. He wasn't speaking. I couldn't breath. I had expected him to say something.

Then I felt him. Well his presence next to me anyway. He still hadn't touched me. "You look lovely tonight. To what do I owe this very beautiful treat?"

I took a deep breath and held out my arms toward where I thought he was. "I made my choice."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I made my choice."

He reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and helped me to my feet. He kissed me deeply. Then he took me by the hand and I started following him. "Well, let's give you a proper invitation into my world. I promise, I'll give you more than you ever dreamed possible. Hang on baby, you're in for one hell of a ride."