Satin

Chapter 3

Kendrick's POV

Ever since I met her, I couldn't get Madeline out of my head. She was fierce and strong, but I could see that she was also filled with walls. These walls hid a fragile woman who just wants to be accepted and shown that someone cares about her. I usually didn't care for the goth look but she wasn't over the top with it. She wasn't harsh with her makeup and she wasn't covered in insane piercings, at least on her face, from what I could see. I know she got her lip piercings when she was seventeen and her tongue piercing a year ago because it was something I was curious about. She didn't tell me if she had piercings under her clothes. 

I must admit, I've never been with anyone with facial piercings, but I have heard that blow jobs with the right tongue piercings were amazing. I couldn't help but wonder if that was true or not. Although I was interested in her, I didn't plan on giving up on my lifestyle, however, it's not like she's completely new to it. I asked her how she learned Simon and Dallas were in the lifestyle and she explained that Dallas had told her from the beginning when he was still learning and training. She learned alongside him because she wanted to know the differences between a normal relationship and a BDSM one. She also wanted to be able to tell the difference between a bruise from a spanking and a bruise from abuse. She was an incredibly caring and accepting person. 

I could tell that she was one that it was hard to earn her friendship, but once you did, you would have one of the most loyal friends that would cherish the friendship you have. 

Coming up with my date idea took little time at all for me. Usually Saturday nights I go to the club my friends and I frequent and spend that night with whatever submissive was interested. I decided to stay home Saturday, making sure our plans were finalized then went to bed early. 

On Sunday morning I rode my Harley to their house. It was a gray brick house with a black painted front door. By the door, coming to about knee high, was a skeleton dressed as a butler holding a tray in one hand that had a small potted plant on it. They had a door mat that said "Approach with caution" in black bold with a skull and cross bones under the words. 

I shook my head at it with a soft chuckle before ringing the doorbell. 

Dallas opened the door, "Well good morning Kendrick." He had a smile with a mischievous glint in his gray eyes. 

"Good morning Dallas," I said with a nod. 

Madeline then came down the stairs, wearing black leather pants, a set of ankle boots, a white tank top under a cropped black leather jacket. She gave me a bright smile, "Good morning handsome." 

"You two behave yourselves," Dallas joked. 

She smirked, "I'm leaving you unsupervised, I think its you who should be reminded." 

He rolled his eyes and then we left. 

She looked at my motorcycle with excitement and didn't hesitate to put on the helmet I offered her. We got on it and I took her to the a diner for our breakfast. I usually do fine dining, but given that I'm not with someone who is of my usual tastes, I decided to do things differently. Keep it simple was the best way. 

I opened the door for her as we went in. We sat in a booth and a waiter came over. He handed us some menus, "Good morning and welcome to Lucky's. What can I get you to drink?" 

"A black coffee," I told him. 

"Water," she answered. 

He nodded then walked away. "Not a coffee person," I asked her. 

She shook her head, "I woke up at five to work out and chugged a Monster after." 

"Those are so unhealthy," I told her.