After that night in the VIP room, I spent a lot of time with Derek over the next couple weeks and really felt like I was moving towards being in a relationship. Sure, Derek and I were rarely alone together and he loved to have me suck or fuck other guys and demonstrate his power over me in public, but I just felt like he was having the same feelings of, dare I say, Love that I was having.
One Friday night, after Derek came over and while we were discussing where to go out, I asked him if we could stay in and be alone. He smirked and said, "You want this big, black cock all to yourself, huh Bitch?"
I smiled demurely and said, "Yes, I do. You know how much I love your cock. But maybe tonight we could grab some takeout and watch a movie or something. I rented 'Deliver Us from Eva'".
Derek's smile faded and he yelled,"Bitch, we aint boyfriend/girlfriend. You're just a faggot-ass slut boy that I use to deposit my cum. Get dressed to get fucked. We're going to the pool hall and you're going to do what I say."
I was crushed, but still so in lust with Derek that I didn't want to disappoint him. I asked him what I should wear and he picked out a pink top which showed midriff, a white leather skirt and black thong. He put me in knee-high black leather boots too. He had me call the car service to send a car to pick us up and we went to a pool hall on a questionable side of town. I would have been scared to go in by myself, but felt comfortable on Derek's arm.