I could do with a drink of scotch on the rocks, but that wouldn't be wise, getting drunk around this man.
"No" I croak. "No, thanks." that sounded much better.
"Water then" a smile crinkling the corners of his mouth.
"Thanks" my mouth suddenly dry, my stomach rumbling with hunger.
He collects two bottles of water from the mini fridge strolling back over to the sofa, unloosing his tie. It was then I persuaded my shaky legs to carry me across the room taking a seat.
"Adela" my name rolls around his tongue raising goosebumps.
Christ Adela get a grip my mind screams as he takes a seat next to me, resting his ankle on his thigh, the projection of his huge cock noticeable through the material of his slacks.
"So where do we start?" Resting the bottles of water next to our plates.
I grabbed my water opening it hastily wanting too moisten my dry mouth. What's left of my brain cells ran screaming and shouting.
Damn he was huge, tearing my eyes away. A longing moved through me followed by a heated ache as I thought of his grit inside me.
"Start what?" taking another long sip of water moving away, putting some much needed distance between us.
"Us, your complete submission to me." snapping open my napkin placing it on my lap while I tugged at the hem of my dress.