Bit by bit, little by little.
I would see that side of her. I’d have to be patient, but she would willingly show me that side. I was counting on it because I was falling for her. The sadistic side of her meshed so well with me. She could give me something that I not only desired, but something I needed.
James always told me not to settle for anyone. He said I would know that I found the right person for me when I realized they could give me what I wanted and needed. I believed with my whole heart that Elise was this person.
On our drive to the dinner, I kept my elbow propped on the console’s armrest between the driver and passenger seat, just in case she wanted to hold my hand. I knew she was nervous about attending the dinner tonight, and I thought that she might find that holding my hand would relax her.
“Elise, my hand is here if you’d like something to hang onto,” I offered.
“If I’m not mistaken, I think that I told you that you could call me Elise only at the dinner.” Elise paused and made an over-exaggerated motion to look around the inside of the car. “And, I don’t think we’re at the dinner party. We’re in your shitty car.”
The nerves of seeing the people she had once been close with and seen often, clearly were getting to her. I backed off.
“My apologies, Mistress Elise.”
She let out an exasperated sigh that seemed to hang in the air longer than necessary.
“Try hard not to ruin your tuxedo by talking too much tonight,” she huffed.
I frowned as I tried to figure out what she meant.
“How would I ruin the tux—”
Oh. I got it. She was being sarcastic. I was there to make her look good. That was fine. I signed a contract to be her plaything. She was coming around, I could feel it.
As we walked into the hotel lobby, I stayed close to her, but not too close. If she desired, my hand was within reaching distance. We received our table assignments, and as we were being ushered to the table, it was as though all the color had drained from her face. There were three ladies already at the table. Each of them looked lost in their thoughts.
Even after the usher had left us, we remained standing. Elise gripped the seatback of the rose-colored slipcover that adorned the chairs. I glanced around the other round tables; most had couples sitting or standing as they laughed and talked with one another. The table we were assigned to had a different floral centerpiece with a fall medley of colors. Next to the crystal vase were pins that said ‘Not Forgotten’ on them.
Very quickly it dawned on me that we were sitting at a table where the spouses or partners of the deceased were seated. Being assigned to this table was a reminder to Elise of what she lost.
“May I get you something to drink from the bar?” I asked her quietly as I touched the soft skin under her forearm.
Elise’s eyes darted all over the table and at the three women. She glanced at me, nodded her head, and just asked for some ginger ale. I watched Elise talk to a few women that had stopped by the table. Both women, like all women here tonight, were dressed up. With Elise’s ginger ale in my hand, I stayed back by the bar to give her a few moments to talk with the ladies. I deduced that she had known them more than as acquaintances simply because their conversation was more than a greeting while passing by.
Elise was by far the sexiest woman at the table. She was smoking hot in her red dress, and I started to get hard as I undressed her with my eyes. I imagined standing behind her while she talked with the women and sliding the straps of her dress down her arms. I’d remove her black lace strapless bra and expose those dusty pink nipples. I’d press my body against her back and tight ass, then reach between her sides and her arms to close my fingers around those hard nipples. I would roll her nipples between my thumb and index finger until the delightful sensations warmed her cheeks with a sweet shade of pink.
I imagined lowering myself to the floor and slipping beneath the table. With the rose-colored tablecloth as my cover, I’d slide my hand up her well-toned legs until I reached her molten core. I would dip my thick fingers into her pussy just to tease. Then as she’d start to hump my fingers, I’d press my thumb down on her swollen nub.
I stole some glances from her during dinner. Every now and then, as I talked it up with the ladies at the table, I’d catch Elise looking at me. She’d smile. I could tell that she was charmed by me. She was proud to have me by her side tonight.
Dessert had wrapped up, and Elise had indicated that she wanted for us to head home following dessert. This was going to be perfect timing. We could get home and still have a little time to relax before James and Brandon brought by the repaired crop.
“I’ll be right back, Andrew. I just need to use the restroom really quickly.” Elise leaned in close and stared into my eyes. It was a gaze unlike any other I had seen from her. Her shield of thick armor was down. I was staring into the depth of Elise St. James’ soul.
It took every ounce of control for me not to frame her gorgeous face and crush my lips against hers. My recent dreams have been of our bodies pressed against one another while our mouths passionately danced.
“Don’t be too long…Mistress,” I said under my breath only for her to hear.
Our heated gaze had ignited the space between us. Desire flashed in our eyes like a live electrical wire. I wanted Elise in the worst way right then. I needed her in the worst way. I watched her hips sway as she walked down the hall and disappear out of sight around the corner. I brought the maroon colored linen napkin from my lap and pressed around my mouth to dab the excess water left from my sip. Setting the napkin back on my lap, I also discretely adjusted my firm cock. It was pressed up against my fly, desperate to get out and be ready for whatever my mistress needs from me.
I was ready to give her what she needed.
She seemed like she had been gone for longer than necessary, especially since she said she just needed to use the bathroom quickly. Movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention. Hoping to see Elise sauntering down the hall, I was disappointed to see Angela and Samantha coming back from the hallway that led to the bathroom. The three of them probably bumped into one another and started chatting again.
I continued to take small sips from my water goblet until Elise finally appeared. She seemed tense suddenly, and the electrical wire that had been whipping around between us doused. What had happened in that short amount of time that caused her to pull the walls back up and seal off the entrances? Elise approached the table but did not sit down, nor did she look me in the eyes.
“Ready, Andrew?” she inquired flatly.
