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  “There are a couple of things that I want to know first. Are you sexually attracted to me, and are you in a relationship with someone?”

  I open my mouth to answer and then promptly close it. He’s pretty forward and I honestly didn’t expect to be put on the spot this way. However, none of what I’ve expected has actually been happening lately.

  I finally answer, “Much to my surprise, I am attracted to you…sexually, and no I’m not involved with anyone. I’m assuming that you’re in the same boat?”

  He nods, “Yes I’m in the same boat. Obviously I find you attractive and no I’m not currently involved with anyone.”

  “So you and Amanda..?” I ask.

  “No, we’re strictly professional.”

  That’s interesting because she sure struts around the office as if she’s fucking the boss.

  I make an audible sigh, and say “That’s good to know. I don’t mean to be rude but can you please put me out of my misery, and tell me what’s going on?”

  He laughs and then smiles at me. His smile makes him look like a sexy carnivorous predator. He has beautiful teeth with slightly elongated canines. I’ve never been into the whole vampire thing, but he can bite me anytime.

  “Well I prefer my relationships the same way that I like my life, with structure. Furthermore, I’m into bondage, dominance, and submission. What I’m asking from you, is for you to become my submissive. In return –”

  “Wait, what? You want to own me? You think I would want to be your property? So you’re Thomas Jefferson and I’m Sally Hemmings? That’s wrong on so many levels dude,” I laugh incredulously.

  He is taken aback by my response and looks as if I slapped him across the face.

  “N-no that’s not what I meant at all. Yes I want to possess you but I don’t want to own you. I want to get to know you, enjoy you, and ..ah shit. I’m such a dumbass for bringing this up. I can’t believe that I didn’t think of it that way,” he stammers as his face reddens.

  I was upset but seeing his embarrassment calms my seething anger down. I guess he didn’t mean it in that way. It’s just hard to know how to react when a white man says that he wants to own you. Ummm hello, has he studied his history?

  “Then please, tell me exactly what you mean.”

  “Camille, I’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable, please forget that I ever brought it up,” he says.

  “I have a pretty good idea of what you want Kyle, and unfortunately I can’t offer you that. I’m not walking around with your collar around my neck as if I’m your house slave. However, if you want to date, add some kink, and go from there, then I’m game,” I offer.

  A look of relief floods his face and I almost burst out laughing. I’ve never dated a white man before and I’ve definitely never slept with one. I’ve found them attractive especially actors like Brad Pitt, George Clooney, and Ryan Gosling. I’m unattached and I have a chance to throw caution to the wind.

  “Okay, so how about you let me take you to dinner tomorrow night and we can get to know each other better?”

  “That sounds wonderful,” I say.

  “Camille, there are perks to being with me,” he says as he reaches inside of his drawer and pulls out a credit card. “This is one of one them,” he says when he hands me an American Express card with my name on it.

  “Today you’ll go shopping; I will have my driver outside waiting for you in about 20 minutes. Please feel free to get anything you want, no limits. Go on Michigan and shop until your heart is content,” he grins.

  Well he sure knows the way to woman’s heart. I hold on to the card and I’m not sure if I want to actually use it or not. I just got out of a relationship where a man held his money over my head. Am I ready to enter another? Granted this level of money is much higher and he’s so rich that he’ll never miss it. How is a woman supposed to think straight with an American Express card in her hand?

  He stands up, walks around to my chair, and I instinctively rise to meet him. He cautiously invades my personal space checking for my reaction. I inhale his scent and he smells…fresh. I would expect for a man like him to smell of expensive cologne and aftershave but he smells like Zest. The heat radiating from his body is intoxicating and I lean in, our faces only inches away from each other. My eyes gravitate towards his lips and my heart begins to pulsate. Should I kiss him? I sure want to but damn, this is really soon.

  His arms encircle my waist doing away with any space that we had between our bodies. My voluptuous firm frame fully presses against him and I feel his bulge against the lower portion of my stomach. Alarms go off in my head because he is packing some serious heat downstairs. I tilt my chin and lightly brush my lips against his. A slight groan escaped his lips and I feel my body slowly lighting up. I pull back slightly and I look into his eyes, he shakes his head, as one of his hands slowly lowers over my ass.

  “Your body is amazing. I want my hands everywhere,” he says in a whisper.

  I smile and kiss him deeply, catching him off guard. I bring one of my hands up to the nape of his neck so that I can kiss him thoroughly. I trace his lips with the tip of my tongue before both of our tongues meet in a passionate embrace. His teeth nip at my lower lip before he pulls away.

  “If we keep this up Camille, I’m going to fuck you right on my desk,” he says.

  “Well, I don’t mind that. Actually I would like that a lot, but you’re right. We should wait, at least until after our first date,” I sigh.

  I take a few steps back from him and straighten my clothes. The desire in his eyes is enough to make me want to jump his bones. I breathe deeply and tell myself to calm down. I’m thinking like a sexed crazed freak, and that’s probably because I haven’t had any in way too long. That’s probably what is driving my decision making, I’m horny and now I’m about to fuck this white boy.

  Hormones can make you do crazy things.

  #Chapter5

  “I’m not giving you the pleasure until you beg for it..” Kyle

  **

  Driving to pick up Camille is a nerve wrecking experience. I’m doing my best to stay calm under pressure but that verbal ass whipping that she gave me yesterday is stuck in my head. How could she think that I would want her in that way? I’m not that kind of person but she had a valid point about the historical implications of what I was asking. I’ve never had to tread on that kind of territory with the other women that have ‘belonged to me’ because race wasn’t a factor.

  I finally pull up in front of her building and I would call but I want to surprise her. I love a woman that’s prompt and so this is a test of sorts. She lives in a nice and quiet neighborhood, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I walk up to the door and look for her name on the buzzer, but she’s beaten me to the punch. I see her walking down the hallway through the glass door. She looks breath taking, I knew that she was beautiful but she’s turned it up a couple of thousand notches.

  She reaches the door and timidly smiles. Her dress is a form fitting leopard animal print dress that stops directly above the knee, and it has strategically placed black lace appliqués that accentuate her figure. I don’t know what it is about black women but they hold weight well. White women her size would be considered a tad bit over weight, but she is perfect. Her hourglass frame, shapely exposed legs, and black heels are making me harden.

  “You look amazing,” I blurt out.

  She blushes as she takes my hand and I walk her to the car.

  “Thank you, so do you. I purchased this dress and the shoes yesterday, so thank you again.”

  “No need to thank me for that, it’s truly my pleasure. I see that you have exquisite taste.”

  “Well, I have to admit that it’s hard to go wrong when your funds are unlimited,” she grins.

  “You would be surprised, some of my exes still managed to find a way to look unkempt. They would spend a lot of money on the most horrible things, I’ve ever seen.”

  Her grin fades a bit and I realize that I probab
ly shouldn’t have mentioned my exes on my first date. I open the door for her and we head to the restaurant.

  About a half hour later we reach one of my favorite places, the Signature Room. The restaurant is located atop the John Hancock building along the magnificent mile in downtown Chicago. I want to really impress her and nothing beats the view. We’re escorted to our seats and Camille looks as if she wants to say something.

  “Have something on your mind?” I ask.

  She looks embarrassed but speaks anyway, “Yes, your car is absolutely amazing. I would probably live in that thing if I could. How do you stay out of it?”

  I can’t help but laugh, “Believe me, I know what you mean. I drive to work every day just so that I can get in my car. I have others but that one is my girl.”

  “Oh, and here I was thinking that I was on my way to becoming your girl. Please don’t tell me that I have to compete with her,” she says coyly.

  “There’s no competition there really. I’d choose you any day but I’m hoping that we three can co-exist.”

  “I think I can deal with that, but only if you let me drive her at least once.”

  “I think that can be arranged,” I grin.

  Looking at her is keeping me at a high level of excitement and I wish that I’d worn different pants. Her beauty coupled with her sense of humor and intelligence makes her phenomenal. I already know that our night just can’t end at dinner. I want to be around her more, she’s easy going and laid back. Our conversation doesn’t feel forced and I can tell that she’s being herself even though she’s nervous. I can’t help but to touch her continuously.

  I reach across the table and grab her hand after we’ve ordered our drinks and appetizer.

  “I’m so happy that you’re here with me tonight,” I say as I look into her chocolate brown eyes. “I hope that you’re having just as good of a time as I am.”

  “Honestly, this is turning out to be one of the best first dates that I’ve ever been on. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I’m happy.”

  We continue to speak about our family and relationships. Her experiences with her mom explain a lot about her maturity and growth at such an early age. I can’t really say that I blame her for her past because if I had been dealt the cards that she had, I probably wouldn’t have done as well. The candid way that she speaks about her life makes me like her even more. She’s a straight shooter that doesn’t pull any punches. She didn’t tell me her life as if it’s a sob story, but she told them in a way that made me appreciate her. I tell her about my sisters and she thinks it’s funny that they have me wrapped around their finger.

  “Just wait until you meet them,” I say.

  “I would love to,” she responds.

  Okay what in the hell just happened there? I never invite women to meet my family; maybe I can introduce her as my personal assistant. I quickly change the subject.

  “I’m looking forward to exploring with you. I would like to keep our relationship as professional as possible in front of others but behind closed doors, I would like the freedom to do as I please.”

  She coughs as she eats her entrée.

  “And what is it that you would like to do?” she asks.

  “I have to show you what I have in mind. Would you be willing to come back to my place for a preview?”

  She tilts her head to the side as she slides her leg in between mines. I can tell that she’s considering my offer.

  “Sure, but know that I’m not sleeping with you tonight. Can you handle that?”

  “That won’t be much of a problem. I’m not giving you the pleasure until you beg for it anyway.”

  The drive back to my place seemed so long even though it’s a short distance from my home. The idea of getting to play with Camille has kept me on edge since she agreed to let me give her a preview of what I have in store for her. I know that she’s going to let me go further than she intends but I’m going to make sure that she tells me emphatically that it is what she wants. She’s so sure that we won’t be sleeping together tonight but I know different.

  Tonight I’m going to tease her until it takes her over the edge and she’s quivering with need. I can’t wait to see that coy smile wiped from her face and replaced with raw need with no traces of pride. I enjoy her strong will but that’s partially because I want to completely break it…sexually. It’s no challenge to get a naturally submissive woman to do as I please but Camille is a real challenge and I’m going to enjoy stalking my prey.

  As we get off of the elevator and walk into my penthouse, I see Camille’s eyes light up and it’s a sight to behold. She bites her ample bottom lip in an effort to keep her obvious excitement silent. I fight the urge to mimic her behavior for the time being, I want to suck the luscious flesh into my mouth but that will come later.

  “Would you like a tour?” I offer.

  “Yes, that would be wonderful,” she smiles timidly.

  Is she nervous? It’s nice to know that I have the same effect on her that she’s been having on me. I’ve been unable to get her out of my head since I’ve felt her soft firm body against my own. She’s a conundrum to my senses, she has so many qualities that seem to be in direct opposition to the other. She’s bold and shy, soft and firm, poised and raw, and a demure vixen. She sure knows how to keep a man rock hard and on his toes.

  However, tonight I will be running the show.

  “Alright, follow me,” I say as I grab her hand.

  We exit the foyer, and head into the grand living room. I must admit that I love my home. It’s a really good representation of myself and women’s panties seem to become instantly wet when they look around it. It does all of my sweet talking for me, women love ‘stuff’, especially expensive stuff.

  I give her the tour of my grand living room, filled with the traditional bachelor black leather sofa, love seat, white carpet, huge projection tv, and electric fireplace. We enter the kitchen that’s filled with black and stainless steel appliances, dark cherry wood cabinets, and black granite countertops accompanied by this island in the middle.

  “Oh my goodness, I would love to cook in here. Well, I would love to learn how to cook in here,” she giggles.

  “Just say the word and I’ll have my chef, show you how to cook a gourmet meal in less than 30 minutes,” I grin.

  “You have a chef?” she asks, “Of course you have a chef, what don’t you have?”

  “Do you really want me to answer that question honestly?,” I tease. “Because, I can think of a certain person that I don’t have fully within my grasp,” I whisper into her ear.

  I can feel her body shiver and she slowly steps away but I grip tighter onto her hand.

  “Come on Kyle, show the rest.”

  I hastily show her the rest of my home, the dining area, my master bedroom, master bathroom, spare bedroom, and more. I then take her upstairs to my favorite portion of my home. The black steal winding staircase leads to a lofted area full of comfort. There are no couches or real chairs upstairs. There are just a lot of oversized pillows and a coffee table. I love to sit upstairs and think here because it leads to my outside private deck that’s beautiful in the summer and breathtaking in the winter.

  “Oh wow,” Camille exclaimed as she plopped down onto a plush white pillow that’s almost the size of a loveseat. “This is divine; I don’t think I’ll ever get up.”

  “Unfortunately, you’re going to have to. Follow me,” I say as I grab both of her hands and help her to her feet.

  I decide that it’s time to turn up the heat, it’s a beautiful spring night, and it’s time for me to get to know Camille better.

  We head outside and the warm air breeze hits us as we look out at the glistening Chicago skyline. I hear her sigh and I can tell that she’s restless and nervous. It’s time for me to take control of the situation. I don’t want to push her too fast, especially considering that she chewed me out when I brought up the subject. However, she did say that kink wasn’t off limits.
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  I take a seat in one of the padded chairs and she starts towards the one that’s next to me.

  “No,” I say causing her to halt. “Come stand in front of me”

  I see a myriad amount of expressions cross her face in a matter of seconds.

  “Come now,” I say again more forcefully.

  She narrows her eyes at me and I give her a toothy grin. This causes the tension to leave her body and she comes to meet my request.

  “What now, sir?” she says in a low tone as her breathing becomes more shallow.

  I watch her breast rise and fall in the dress that hugs her curves, and I see the top of her lacy bra showing though. My dick hardens in response.

  “Have you ever been tied up before?”

  “N-no, I can’t say that I have. I’ve been blindfolded but only for surprises, never during sex,” she says.

  “That’s something that’s going to change very soon,” I say. “As much as I love that dress, I’m requesting that you take it off for me.”

  “Here? Outside?” she asks nervously.

  “Yes. Are you afraid that someone will see you? I didn’t take you for a shy woman. You said that we could add a little kink, and that requires you to follow my orders.

  I watch as she bites her lip again and I growl, “Keep biting your lip like that and I may have to take things a bit faster.”

  She turns around so that her ample ass is facing me and backs up so that her legs brush against my knees. She brushes her hair over one shoulder and exposes her long graceful neck.

  “Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to unzip me?”

  “Being a tease are we?” I ask as I reach up and unzip the dress that’s perfectly molded to her frame. Exposing her creamy chocolate flesh and the curve of her ass is just too hard to ignore. I lean in and kiss the dip of her back. I hear her quick intake of breath and I have a deep sense of satisfaction. I’m having the same effect on her that she’s having on me.