I unlock my door, walk in stunned like I had just experienced a life altering event and havent quite processed what happened. What is it about this guy that has me thrown like this? I think I am going to call him tomorrow morning and contract him up. I just don’t know how to exactly go about it without scaring him off. He seems… different somehow. It was always so simple before when handing a contract to a guy. They are usually all for it. Sex with out strings attached, a woman taking charge over them. They go crazy over the idea. Zane just seems like the type I should tread lightly on. I totally think he could handle the agreement, I just don’t know what it is. Fuck it, ill call him now. I walk over to my phone and dial his number. Of course I know he isn’t home so I just leave a message. “Hey Zane, Its Gabriella. I had such a great time tonight and was wondering if maybe we could have lunch tomorrow. Ill let you pick this time. Just please somewhere small with booths please. I actually want to talk to you about something. Call me back to let me know this works.”
I take the phone into the bathroom with me incase he calls. I strip my clothes off and jump in the shower. Of course the phone rings when I have shampoo in my hair. “Hello?”
“Gabriella, Its Zane. I hope I didn’t wake you. Your message sounded urgent.”
“No, it wasn’t. I just wanted to discuss something with you tomorrow if that’s ok. Its nothing of major importance and its not anything horrible. Just had a great evening tonight and wanted to continue it over lunch.”
“Yeah, sure. Ill pick you up at eleven thirty.“ He pauses for a second and then his voice changes to a more serious tone. “I had a great time too.“ Another brief pause, and then as if he is smiling through the phone he says, “Ill see you tomorrow.”
“Ok, have a good night, bye.”
“Bye.”
I put the phone back on the counter and finish my shower. Since I know I wont be able to sleep knowing I am going to pop the contract on Zane tomorrow, I decide to find an outfit for tomorrow. I settle on a pair of cropped skinny jeans, a white tank top and a peach colored three quarter inch sleeved blazer with my peach colored four inch heels. It kind of says, “business flirty”. I leave the outfit hanging on the outside of my closet, then decide to crawl into bed and go to bed. It took me what felt like forever to finally fall to sleep. His lips felt like they were just lingering on mine for the first hour once I laid down. My mind kept on drifting about what I will do to him during our first fuck. I think that may be my problem. This kiss has me so hypnotized, I think I just need to fuck him and then I can finally not feel so giddy. Gabriella doesn’t do giddy. She does beatings and firm commands. That’s it, I just need to get him out of my system. Once I convinced myself that it was just a kiss and I needed to screw his brains out, I finally fall to sleep.
Obnoxious beeping about sent me flying off of my bed until I realized it was my alarm I forgot I set. Nine thirty. Just enough time to get around before my lunch date with Zane. After my daily routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face and applying my makeup, I start straightening my hair. Then I pull it all up into a long straight tight pony, get dressed with just enough time to grab a copy of my contract and seal it up in an envelope. I grab my teal Coach purse, load my wallet, contract, lip gloss, cell phone, keys and sunglasses into it just as someone knocks on my door. Zane. I put my purse on, unlock the door and open it to see Zane standing there in a pair of dark jeans, a tight light grey three button shirt and a denim jacket and sneakers. That man could make whitie tighties look good! “Good late morning beautiful!” He says, “Peach looks good on you! Are you ready?”
“Good morning to you too Zane.” I say with a seductive tone. “Thank you, and yes im all set.”
He keeps his hand on the small of my back the whole walk to his car. Then he proceeds to open my car door for me, shut it when im settled in and walks around to his side. I close my eyes and smile as he starts the car. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of seeing the look on your face when I start this car up.” I look over at him and he has such a boyish grin on his face making his dimples show. Calm down Gabriella, soon enough you will know what it feels like to be on top of those dimples.
“Im not so sure I could ever tire of hearing that purr. I think getting a Porsche is on my list of things to get.” Once you sign the contract and see its non negotiable. He grabs ahold of my hand, kisses my knuckles.
“I know a guy who could get you one at a really good price.” He says smiling.
“Oh I don’t know,” I say, “if it’s the one im thinking of, I hear hes a real deal jerker. I think I may check out eBay or the paper.”
“No not that jerk, im talking about the tall dark and handsome one that owns Liberty Porsche. I hear hes a pretty decent guy.”
“I wasn’t too impressed.” I smile and squeeze his hand.
Zane looks directly into my eyes and says, “He must not have tried hard enough.” Then gives just a small smile that reaches the tips of his eyes. This man is absolutely beautiful, he must be mine.
After thirty minutes on the road, traveling to a small suburb of the city, we pull into a dinner that looks directly from the fifties. Sits on a corner, booths with jukeboxes on the tables, a bar the whole length of the diner with round shiny stools lining it. There were even autographed pictures of big names on the wall. Marilyn Munroe, Elvis (of course), The cast of the Three Stooges, James Dean. Zane leads me to a booth in the back. I sit down on the black and red booth seat and begin to look over the menu in front of me. “This place is kinda cool isn’t it?” Zane asks as his eyes skim over the menu.
“This place looks pretty authentic actually. I mean, the upholstery looks updated but everything else looks like we’ve just walked in to the fifties.” The waitresses came out in poodle skirts with scarves in their hair and saddle shoes on. I almost wait for the Pink Ladies and the T-Birds to walk through the door.
“Yeah that’s what I love about this place.” He puts his menu down as if he has decided what he wants. “You don’t get some fake feeling of what the diners used to look like, this place was built around then and the family just kept it that way. I used to come here a lot with my parents. This is actually where they met, back in high school.”
I look around as he tells me this thinking of all of the history this place must hold and how many first dates happened here. “Is this where you used to take your high school girlfriends?” I say playfully.
“Actually, I don’t believe I have ever brought a girl here. So, you would be my first.” He looks around, trying to avoid eye contact. Well I believe we will be popping a lot of cherries here today. The waitress makes her way over to our table and tells us the special for the day. The chicken finger basket and a large shake for five dollars. Sounds pretty perfect to me. Zane orders us each one. I look around a bit to see if anyone is within hearing distance of us. The diner has about 3 other couples at the other end and a couple guys sitting at the bar across from the front door. I let out a deep breath, gather up my girly balls and decide that now is as good of a time as ever to bring Zane up to speed on my expectations.
“Ok, Zane, I am not really much for beating around the bush on important matters. So im just going to cut to the chase. Please follow along with me because what im about to say you may blow your mind or even cause you to think differently. I just want you to know that this isn’t something that needs to be decided on this very second, but I certainly hope you agree.” He looks absolutely confused, a bit terrified like I may ask him for an organ, and then he just says, “Okay.” I pull out the contract all folded nicely and sit it on my lap. I place my hands folded up on top of the table and begin. “I know that on what you call our ‘first date’, you asked me what I do for a living and I said that I am into investments.” He nods his head a little skeptically. “That is true, to a certain extent. I don’t play the stock market. I actually, “I take a deep breath, let it out. “I am a dominant.” I stop talking for a few seconds to let that sink in a little bit. His face stays kinda dormant for a couple seconds, then he looks at me as if he is seeing me for the first time.
“A dominant.” He says it like he is trying the word out for size. “ A female dominant? As in, whips, chains and handcuffs? Kind of like that Rihanna song?” Well at least he sort of gets it.
“Well not exactly. I mean yes I do use those things, but I don’t exactly do it each time. And its not always about sex. Its more along the lines of having a man belong to me. And not just in the emotional sense, more of the physical sense to. You know, to do with how I please.”
“You like to control men?” He looks a little entertained by the thought of this. This could be a good thing.
“Yes. I like to make them want me and take care of me.” He rolls that around in his head a little bit.
“Take care of you? How? In what ways?” Now he looks a bit confused.
“Well,” I say. “Of course sexually, but also financially and emotionally. To me, that is what men are for. To provide for the woman in their life. Men like to be the sole provider and I like to give that to them. In return, I take care of them sexually and emotionally. I don’t do relationships. I just like to fuck without strings attached.”
“So, you don’t expect anything out of these, uh, relations?” He looks a bit confused but definitely not scared.
“I don’t believe in marriage, a happily ever after or even just dating. I don’t want to have children and I don’t want to settle down. All I expect from my subs is to fuck when I say and how I say and in return then take care of my needs.”
“Financially?”
“Yes, financially.” He lets this all soak in a little bit. The waitress brings out food and shakes over and sits them down. I take a bite of a chicken finger and watch him as he eats his and thinks over what ive just said.
“So, where do I come into all of this? He takes a drink of his shake and directs his full attention to me.
“What I am hoping, is that you would like to become mine. As in, sign on the dotted line and hand over yourself to me.” I take a drink of my shake, grab for the contract off of my lap and slide it across the table to him. “This is my contract. Inside you will find all that I expect of you, sexually and financially. Some things are non-negotiable and others are. They are marked accordingly. The contract term lasts exactly ninety days from the date you sign. If at any time either of us decides this isn’t working or you want something more, we can bow out and go our separate ways. This is not a legally bound document, more of a protection plan. But once you sign it, you are mine and only mine. I promise not to take up all of your free time as I have a life as well. I will also see to if that we both get checked out before hand to ensure we are going into this healthy and safely. Your welcome to speak with my doctor at any time as well.” Zane looks a bit frazzled. I cant quite tell if its because I have offended him or that he is letting this whole thing sink into reality. “Please tell me what your thinking.”
“Well,” he starts” This definitely seems like a mans dream, to be with a girl sexually and for them to not expect feelings and roses. I think I may need to think this over. I mean, I really like you Gabriella, and I think what he have started is great. So your telling me, we just fuck, like all the time?”
“Not all the time. But a lot of the time. We can do other things as well, but know I am not looking for a relationship. Love isn’t my end game here.”
“And what if we fall in love?” He looks down at his French fries and plays with them a little bit. “Are you saying that we basically have sex with no feelings?”
“Yes that’s exactly what im saying. Feelings cause one to get hurt. Think of it as friends with benefits. And we can still go out and do things like we have been. Friends do those things don’t they?”
“Yeah I guess they do.” He grabs a few fries and shoves them into his mouth. We are silent for a little bit as we eat our food and finish off our milkshakes. I really want to know what he is thinking but im too afraid to push the issue. “How about we go rent a movie and go back to my place?” Sounds like the perfect time to sway his vote.
“Yeah sure. Let me just run to the ladies room and ill meet you outside.” I grab my purse and head to the bathroom. I do my deed, wash my hands and touch up my hair and lip gloss a bit. This is your chance Gabriella, I think, you need to win him over. Let him see what he would be missing if he decides that this lifestyle isn’t for him.
I walk out the door and I see Zane leaning against his car with the contract in his hand, skimming over it. “See anything you like?” He looks up and then checks me over. He gets a really big sexy smile on his face.
“As a matter of fact I do.” He opens the door for me and closes it when im settled in. He slides into his seat and puts the contract on top of his visor.
“I actually ment with the contract, but thank you.” I smile and put my seat belt on.
“ Yeah from what I read, it looks pretty organized and right to the point.” He starts the car up and watches my smile as the engine comes to life. We drive the thirty minutes back into the city and he makes a quick stop to the rental place. We walk in, find a good romantic comedy, and get back in the car. Once we get to his apartment, we pop popcorn and settle in on his couch with his arm around my shoulders and me snuggled into him.
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