J and I are seated at the shop having a meeting about how we're going to partner our businesses. We digress and start talking about all this social conscious woke stuff ranging from Marvel's social commentary and comic books to why Kenya receives travel bans when we say NO to pushing some Western agenda.
He goes on and on, his passion clearly showing. I wonder if his eyes would light up with the same passion when he slides inside me.
He stops and looks at me. A weird look on his face.
M: What's wrong?
J: You're staring at me and clearly not listening. What are you thinking about?
M: You sliding inside me.
Fuck. Did I say that out loud.
J stares at me for a full minute. As if trying to decide exactly what to do. Then he does. I can tell because his eyes narrow and he gets this look. This look that tells me I have no idea what I just got myself into.
M: I'm sorry. That's was really unprofessional and....
J: Stop. Meet me upstairs near the concession stand in 10 mins. Ok?
M: Yes.
J: Yes, what??
I look at him. Wait. What the hell?? Is he...a Dom?
M: Yes??
I say hesitantly. He leans forward slightly. Resting his forearms on the table between us and looking me straight in the eye with that look.
J: Yes, what?
M: Yes daddy??
He leans back, satisfied. Smiles.
J: Good girl. 10 mins. Concession stand.
I nod because I don't know what I'm going to do with this. He stands and leaves the shop. I remain seated, wondering if I'm really going to go through with this. I start to panic, trying to talk myself out of it. Then I think about him. Those smoldering eyes. Those big arms wrapped around my tiny waist, squeezing, hard. My pulsing pussy makes the decision for me.
I look at my watch. I have 5 mins left. I dash to the loo to freshen up and head to the concession stand. I get there just in time to find him coming from the back rooms. He beckons me. I go to him, my heart beating with every step. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is gonna be something.
I step into the back rooms, and stare down a long corridor.
J: My office is at the end of the corridor. Private. No-one will hear us.