Part V

The meal passed in an almost comfortable silence, the waves of her Orgasm diminishing as they conversed. She still didn’t know his name and she kept sneaking quiet glances at his face. He was an attractive man, a strong jaw covered with a thick beard. His sandy blond hair short and neat. His green eyes piercing but intelligent.

“So, when do I get to know your name, Sir?” she asked, the term rolling off her tongue more easily with each alliteration. Her eyes roamed over her face, looking for something, not sure what. He glanced at her, his eyes giving nothing away.

“Amelia, I told you, when you can show me that you’re a good girl you will get my name.” He leaned over, kissing her lips softly. He confused her so much, commanding yet gentle, sensual yet soft. She really didn’t know what to make of him. The waiter brought the check, and he slid a card into the holder without even looking at the bill.

He turned back to her, taking her hand in his and lifting it to his lips. She thought he was going to kiss it like an old-time gentleman, but he sucked her index finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as his eyes held her gaze. His other hand slid up her knees, finding her bare, wet center once again. She didn’t know if she could handle this administration, but her eyes never left his.

A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers played over her clit, her walls clenching in response. “Sir,” she whispered softly, “please.” She really wasn’t sure what she was asking for. Did she want him to stop or worse continue? Her hips jerked against his hand as his thumb found her clit and his fingers slid inside her once more.

“Please what Amelia, what do you want?”

“Please, Sir, oh please!” Her voice low, hungry.

“I need to hear you say it Amelia, tell me what you want.”

Her eyes locked onto his, her heart racing, her body throbbing with need and desire. She knew what he wanted but giving it to him meant losing herself. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. She struggled to breath; the sensations he was causing more than she could take. His fingers left her, and she felt herself gathered into his arms. Her head resting on his brick wall of a chest.

“I guess that’s enough for tonight,” he said. The waiter returned with the booklet. He took his credit card, signed the slip, and left it sitting on the table. “Okay, Amelia, you’ve had enough fun for one day, let’s get you home.”

He slid out of the booth, reaching for her hand. She stumbled as she stood, and he caught her. He led her outside where the car was already waiting for them. He helped her in, leaving her to buckle herself in. The ride back to her apartment was quiet, she was lost in her own thoughts. They arrived at her apartment building, and he parked. He went around and opened her door, leading her up to her door.

He turned her gently in his arms, holding her for a moment before taking her keys and clicking the lock open. He ushered her inside and shut the door. Amelia looked like a deer caught in the headlights, she was sure he was going to continue what he had started at the restaurant, but he brushed past her, moving into the bathroom. She heard the faucet turn on and she wandered curiously toward the sound.

She stopped and studied him, his perfectly coiffed hair, his strong back, his muscular arms. She watched as he sorted through her bath oils, selecting one and dumping a capful into the running water. The scent of lavender wafted through the room. He stood, turning toward her, something in his eyes that she couldn’t define.

He stepped toward her, and she backed up involuntarily, her back running into the door frame. He reached for the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head, kneeling at her feet and carefully removing her heels. Her hand rested on his shoulder; her eyes curious. Just what was he up to now?

He swung her up into his arms and carried her to the warm, fragrant tub. He lowered her into the depths and grabbed the cloth sitting on the edge. He wetted it and started to bathe her, the warm water running over her naked body. The lavender calming her as she inhaled deeply.

“You know I am capable of bathing myself, right?” She asked, her voice tense.

“Yes, Amelia, I am aware you are a smart, capable, independent woman. I want to do this for you, so just relax will you?” His voice was clipped, edging on anger. Her eyes darted to his. He wasn’t a man that was used to not getting what he wanted.

He continued bathing her as her body started to relax. “Lean forward,” he said, his hand stroking the cloth over her back. “Do you know how lovely you are? How desirable?” He asked. Amelia’s cheeks flamed, her head shaking in denial.

He cupped her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes, “Amelia, the proper response to a compliment is ‘Thank you, Sir’.” His tone leaving no room for argument.

Shakily, her breath hard in her chest, she looked at him and whispered, “thank you, Sir.”

He ran the cloth over her body, carefully administering to her. “I’m sure your muscles are aching and sore, mine.” He said simply. “Lay back, let me wash your hair.”

Without thought she complied, sinking into the warm depths of the tub. She came up, wiping the water from her face as he gently massaged her scalp with her shampoo. She tried to relax and just be in the moment, but that had never been her strong suit. She heard him release the water and turn the tap on again, he grabbed her Shower head testing the water before the warm wave washed over her.

He gently lifted her from the tub, cuddling her into his hard chest, “you’re going to get all wet, Sir.” She murmured, not really caring, and liking the feel of his strong arms around her.

He chuckled softly, “you let me worry about me.” He set her on her feet and grabbed her big fluffy towel, gently drying her off before picking her up again and carrying her into her bedroom. He pulled the covers back and set her down, pulling them up over her.

She looked up, startled, “that’s it? You’re just going to tuck me in?”

He laughed out loud at that, “Amelia, my sweet girl, I think you’ve had enough fun for the evening. Sleep and dream. You did very well tonight, I am incredibly pleased with you.” He leaned down, kissing her softly.

“Thank you, Sir,” was out of her mouth before she could think. He looked pleased at the ease in which that seemed to come to her.

“Jonathan,” he said, “that is my name, but you will still refer to me as Sir when we are together, do you understand mine?”

She nodded, rolling his name around in her mind. It suited him, elegant, regal. “Yes Sir, I understand.” She felt her eyes grow heavy, sleep doing its best to claim her.

“Sleep sweet Amelia, we have much work to do and I need you well rested.” She heard him say, watching him walk away from her bedroom. Sleep claiming her in its comfortable embrace.

Amelia slept a dreamless sleep, her mind calm. She woke, her body soft and languid. Her eyes opening in surprise, she could smell coffee, amazing coffee but who in the world would be brewing coffee that she could smell all the way into her apartment?

Before she could make it out of bed her door opened and Jonathan waltzed in, a tray with fresh fruit, a coffee cup, and what looked like fresh pastries sat on it.

“Good morning mine, how did you sleep?” He asked softly, glancing at her, a soft smile touching his lips. She looked to where his eyes had gone and squeaked. She’d been sitting there with the blankets around her waist, he breasts bare. She’d forgotten he’d put her to bed naked. She jerked the sheets up over her breasts, tucking it under her arms and glared at him.

“What are you doing here? Were you here all night?”

“No, mine, relax. I came back this morning to feed you and give you coffee.” He chuckled softly. “I noticed your kitchen was pretty bare.”

He set the tray on her lap, “eat up mine, you work today don’t you?”

She gapped at him, the shock on her face. “I do, but how do you know that?”

“I told you, I looked into you when you didn’t call.” He said simply, plucking a strawberry off the tray and bringing it to his lips, taking a bite out of the succulent fruit. She watched him as he chewed slowly, picking up her own berry and slowly nibbling on it.

He stood, wiping his hand on the cloth napkin he’d placed on the tray. “Well, mine, I am off. I have my own life to attend to. Call me tonight, do not hesitate or refuse. You know I can find you.” He dropped a kiss on her lips and left just as suddenly as he’d been there, not allowing any response from her. She heard the door close, and she set the tray to the side, sliding out of bed.

She dressed quickly, chugged the coffee down and headed out the door. She was going to be late for work but oh, what a nice way to wake up, even if weird.