It was a cool day in January, something very unusual for the city I live in. Typically the heat is unbearable but a rare cold front had come through and lowered the temperatures enough for me to need a light jacket that morning. I take my usual route to work, nervous because that day I would be meeting the new landlord of the building where my bookshop is located. It's a small shop, specializing in rare and unusual books, with a large section dealing in erotic literature of all kinds. I've loved reading romance / erotica since I was a teenager, and being able to make a living with my passion is a dream come true. Best of all, I can spend a lot of time reading and no one can tell me I can't.
My favorite books are the ones that involve Dom/sub relationships. I'm not into pain or humiliation, but the thought of total control calls to me on a deep, almost primal level. I've never had a relationship like that, but a girl can dream, can't she? The problem is finding the right guy. Most guys say they "like to have the girl take control" once in a while when having sex, but that's just a euphemism for them wanting the girl to initiate sex, not dictate when, how and how long things happen so as to ensure maximum pleasure for both.
I unlock the security blinds on the front of the store and let myself in. Since it's still early, I lock the door behind me and leave the lights in the main area off. I walk to the back, turn my computer on and bring up a spreadsheet so I can take care of some administrative stuff before it's time to open to the public. The new landlord, Maxwell Clark according to the correspondence I've had from him, would see me here at 10. There was plenty of time to open up and get things out of the way so that I could pay full attention to him when he showed up.
As I'm working I hear the chimes on the front door and seconds later Mary calls back "Hi Jade, it's me!" Mary works with me as all around helper, cashier, part-time cleaning lady and general company. She's also a Domme at a local club and has invited me to go with her and get to know the scene first-hand since she knows how much I like the stories about it. First-hand experience is tempting, but I've never taken her up on the offer.
"Hey Mary, I'm in the back" I call out, not looking up from the computer. Mary walks into the back room, casual Goth outfit of black, ripped jeans, a long-sleeved black t-shirt with a white Catrina print on it and red Vans. Her hair is black with bright purple tips, though not long ago it was streaked with green. I've always been a bit envious of her having the confidence to dress and do her hair however she wants. She looks good and she knows it, and it certainly helps the business.
"You ready to meet the new landlord?" she asks, bringing up the topic of conversation that has been going on between us since I got the notice that the former owner had sold the building. It was really too bad, because we had a good, though strictly business, relationship. I paid rent on time and he did any major repairs the store needed without getting into each other's hair. I could only hope that the new landlord would be as easy to deal with as the former one was.
"Yeah, I guess so," I reply, glancing up from the computer screen. "It's not like I have a choice. I just hope that we can get along like we did with Ed."
"I'm sure it'll be fine" Mary replied as she set her stuff down and started filling the coffee pot. She's addicted to coffee and will drink up to 5 cups a day if possible. I truthfully don't need coffee like she does, but I enjoy a cup in the morning to help me get started. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow asking if I want a cup and I nod in agreement, finishing up with my work on the computer so we can drink the coffee together. We talk about the landlord a little longer, and then change the topic to invariably talk about guys. I ask her how the date with her latest guy went and she goes on and on about how great he is and how much fun she's had with him, both in and out of the club. As I listen to her I wonder how it would feel to have a guy obey my every command like that and it really gets me going.
Soon after Mary and I wrap up our conversation and she goes to open the store to the public. I pick up the coffee cups and rinse them out in the sink before heading out to stock the recent arrivals. As I'm doing that Mary walks up to me with an extremely tall, athletic-looking man behind her. His light, honey colored eyes make a sharp contrast with his dark hair and coffee-colored skin. He's wearing dress pants and shoes, and a long-sleeved button down shirt, though no tie or coat. Even with the shirt on his shoulders look enormous. My eyes move down his body, taking in the broad chest, narrow waist and strong legs. I can't see his butt, but I'm pretty sure it's got to be toned like everything else.
"Jade, this is Maxwell Clark" says Mary. "He was looking for you so I brought him over."
"Call me Max" he said, holding out his hand for a handshake.
"Jade Nichols" I say, taking his hand. A shiver of awareness snakes up my arm and down my spine on contact and I look up into his eyes, slightly startled as that had never happened to me before. He looks at me intently, seemingly as affected as I was. I quickly let go and step back, trying to regain my calm. "How about we go into the office?" I suggest, looking away, sure that I was blushing. "Thanks Mary, can you keep an eye on things out here, please?" I ask, already walking towards the back of the store, not looking back to see if Max was following me.
We get to the office and go over the rental contract. We finish going over business and start talking about the store, and how I got it started, then move on to talk about other stuff as well. It's definitely not the kind of conversation that I would have had with Ed. It seems like neither one of us wants to stop talking. We move from the desk to the sofa where I sometimes crash for a nap after lunch and continue our conversation. Just general chit chat, but just being in his presence makes something inside of me restless, makes me want to be much more assertive than I usually am. I try to tell myself to calm down, but the tight knot of desire keeps growing in me. I glance down at Max's crotch and there is an unmistakable bulge there. At least I'm reassured that I'm not alone in this.
Taking a huge risk I put my hand on his leg and feel his thigh muscles tighten under it. Max goes completely still and looks at me, stopping in mid-sentence. In for a penny, in for a pound I think as I move up on my knees and lean in towards him so I can kiss him, somewhere between passionate and hesitant. I'm still not sure why I'm doing this, but I just couldn't resist anymore.
Max seems shocked as at first, his hands moving up to grip my arms. I'm almost sure he's going to push me away when instead he pulls me closer and I fall across his chest and he wraps his arms around my waist. I quickly move to sit up, not breaking the kiss, so that his legs are trapped between mine and I grab his hands to pull them away from my waist and push them against the back of the sofa by his head. I pull back to break the kiss and we're both panting, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. I can feel his rock hard cock just a breath away from my pussy which by now is sopping wet, separated only by our clothes. We look at each other, chests heaving, breaths uneven. I'm still holding his wrists on either side of his head, and he hasn't made any attempt to move or dislodge me.
"What was that?" Max finally asks, breaking the silence.
