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Chapter 9:

Amanda Hank:

Two minutes ago I opened the menu, but I am not able to understand anything.

We need to talk? really? and because?

As far as I remember I haven't done anything wrong.

He hasn't even given me the time.

A few days ago we had our first meeting, at what point would I earn a punishment?

Oh, no way, how about I want to get revenge for the slap I gave him in the elevator?

Will he still be resentful? No, he said it wasn't that. He didn't even seem bothered when he offered me the deal of sexual encounters.

Oh, no, how about... do you want to finish the deal?

It must be that.

It seems that her wardrobe gives me confirmation.

He dressed as if he had to go to a funeral.

Because surely tonight ours will die.

"Haven't you decided what you'll eat yet, miss?" John asks me.

He looks at me worried, God, he'll think I don't know how to read. How ridiculous.

"I just don't know how delicious the food here is. I'm a really picky eater if I'm honest." I lie. Although I think thatzone somewhat arrogant, when I noticed that he raised an eyebrow when he heard me, so I tried to add to my response "How about you order for me, you know more about the house's specialties. Please, sir, would you do me the honor?"

John smiles and nods.

"I appreciate your trust. It will be a pleasure." He says and I smiled. "Are you allergic to something? I don't want to cause problems for your body," he explains and then smiles. "Well, at least, not that way, miss."

"Don't worry, I'm not allergic to anything." I say, completely ignoring his last comment.

He orders our dinner and some wine.

Is he really that bold in public?

I thought I would be more discreet in telling the truth. Everything about him screams that.

He looks like a serious, elegant man and even somewhat superior to everyone else.

He is a grown man.

But it still amazes me that he hasn't had a partner.

I mean, he's not ugly, much less a bad match.

Will you be afraid of commitment?

Is that why our deal won't last as long? God, I should have known.

"And you are locked youself in your mind again, Amanda," his voice makes me blink.

"Excuse me, I'm just thinking... I'm sorry, I don't usually have plans like this, sir."

"Don't worry, Amanda. By the way, you can call me John outside of meetings," he says.

"But you... Didn't you like me referring to you that way?"

"I've thought about it better. I'd rather it only be in high-tension encounters, if you know what I mean." He explains, "Also, I don't want you´re to feel like it´s a barrier in our relationship."

In our relationship? Is this a relationship?

I thought it was something like a sexual bond.

"A barrier in our relationship? What does that mean?"

Our food arrives just then.

We thank you and the waiter leaves, and my eyes surreptitiously follow him until he disappears.

Very handsome, he must be my age.

John clears his throat.

"I mean it's a relationship between the two of us, almost as if we were boyfriends, but without being one," he says. "A master must take care of his submissive. Protect her and give her a safe place from moment zero. And I want that, I want us to forge a good relationship."

I think I understood what he meant. Although my face doesn't seem to say the same, he continues with his words.

"Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, you want a functional relationship but not a romantic relationship. Right?"

"Exact." He says.

"Well, I think it's great." I say, having no idea what else to say.

We started eating without much hurry.

"What were you thinking about a few minutes ago? I'm curious." he asks suddenly.

"I... not at all. I just..."

what do I tell them?

"You can be honest."

I swallow dryly and fear for my life and butt.

"In you... Only in you."

He seems surprised.

"Really? And what exactly were you thinking?"

I see a sparkle in his eyes, it's faint but it reminds me of that night in his room.

"I… I've been thinking about what you said in the car." John looks confused “You said we had to talk. Also, also that you appeared in my life so suddenly and I don't know, everything seems strange to me with you. I'm sorry if it bothers you, but it's the truth."

For a few seconds that seem like years, John is silent and sighs.

"Does strange mean I'm kind of bad to you?"

I blink a little confused.

"What? Of course not. I just don't know how to adapt to what you´re offering me. It's not a bad thing, I swear."

At least, not for now I want to believe.

"I understand. I expected it."

"Really?"

Oh damn, I'm so predictable.

"You are new to this, even to sex. But don't worry, Amanda, it's a matter of time before you get used to having it and being in my world." He says before taking a sip of wine.

I want to ask you many things.

I want answers.

It is the first time that I have the opportunity to speak with him, I want to take advantage of it.

"Sir... John? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can. I'm all yours and ears."

"Can I be honest?"

He smiles.

"Come on, darling, don't be afraid to be honest. You won't die doing it."

"Promise? I don't want a punishment tonight."

"I am a man of my word. Trust that there will be no punishments."

He sighed and took courage.

"How long do you think this will last?" Asked. It's something that has itched my throat from the beginning and I've only managed to bury it deep inside.

John's face changes slightly.

"Have you regretted this so soon?"

"It's not that. Just… answer, please."

John sighs.

"There is no expiration time on what we have." Answer "It will last as long as we decide or until one decides to quit. That's what I can tell you."

Seat.

"Am I your first submissive?"

"No, you are not."

"How long have you been a part of this world?"

"I don't know how long I've been doing this. But I think I started when I was twenty-five, or so I think. I can't be that certain."

I can see his shoulders full of tension and how he tries to ignore my gaze on him.

I think I was too curious.

"Oh, well, I guess that's all. I don't want you to think I'm too intense. I wanted to know more about you, that's all." I am honest.

He smiles.

"And I'm glad you do. I don't want you to see me as an idiot, I don't want another slap from you." Joke.

And I can swear I almost choked on my food.

"Oh, you're turning red. I admit I love that color on you." He says. "Although I like it better than on your buttocks after a few spankings."

John drinks some of his wine and acts as if it were the most common thing to do: blurt out comments with double meanings.

Dinner passes regularly, between off-color comments from John and more questions from me.

We meet in his car, and he takes me to my residence.

"That's all for tonight." He says.

"Won't there be anything else? Nothing sexual?" Asked.

I have gained more courage to be more direct.

Which seemed strange to me. I tend to be that way with everyone, however, that part of me stopped working as soon as I saw Mr. Smith.

"Exactly. I wanted to spend time with you and get to know a little more about you." He says. "I didn't want you to think that I'm a hormonal man who can't spend quality time with his submissive."

"I hadn't even thought about it, John." I lie.

"If you keep lying, I will break my promise."

"Well, today it's more of an illusion than a concrete idea…" The back of my neck sounded nervous.

He laughs.

"I thought so." Sighs. "I want you to know that I am here for you. If something happens or you are sick, call me."

"Even if it's to kill a cockroach?"Asked, joking a little.

"Even if it's to kill a cockroach."

Seat.

We arrived at my residence.

"Thank you for bringing me, John."

"It's a pleasure."

I almost get out of the car, until John clears his throat.

"What's going on?"

"Amanda, may this be the last time you see a man the way that waiter dressed." He orders "Because next time, I won't hesitate to punish you, understand?"

"Yes sir." Submissive mode is automatically activated in me.

Leave a short kiss on my lips.

"Good girl."

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