I watch you converse with your friends. Occasionally our eyes met, the only offset, at no time, has my gaze left you. I watched your lips, your eyes, your posture. I listened to your style of wine savoring. A mutual friend interrupted my spectating to discuss his future endeavors. Through my peripheral vision, you epitomized my demeanor. You yearn for my interest. Without warning, you mentioned my name. You asked for my opinion. You and I, specifically you, are mindful that I was not listening to your communion.
Well played sweetheart: unfortunately, I knew you'd try. I will give you the attention you are craving. I must know kitten, are you prepared for what I have in store for you? I know a bit of your history; you were in an entanglement with someone who did not deserve your affection. If I am being honest, I don't deserve your affection either, but I know I'm going to get it. I know how to manipulate you into doing what I want, lucky for you, I'm a gentleman. Besides everything I want you to do you are eager to commit. It's a victory on both sides you see.
I'm not one to gossip and I don't like eavesdropping, but I overheard your communion, and the topic was me. You expressed your lust for me, you believe you would and could, sexually dominate me. Forgive me, but I could not help but laugh. I will enlighten you as to why you should never judge a book by its cover. I'm going to teach you a lesson, one you will never forget.
Forgive my uncouthness, the men of your past, will never compared to me. Their disposition is weak, I could place my watch around their wrist, and it would bruise from dead weight. To be frank, the men you entertained are bitches. I ask you to repeat the question for clarity. You inquired about my thoughts of women having casual sex. Doing what I do best, I downplayed your puny attempt of surveying my temperament. In a brash tone, I told you it was none of my concern, what a woman chooses to do with her body.
You did not like my response, and I did not like your attempt. You pretend my words did not scathe your foolish pride and shrug your shoulders. Let's not play games sweetheart, we are adults, tell me what you are really thinking or should I say wanting. You avoided me the rest of the evening. I must admit I was shocked; I hope I did not hurt your feelings too bad. I made my rounds throughout the house, wishing everyone a good night's rest. You waited for me to exit, before making another attempt to interact. You wanted to know what I was doing later, I told you I was going back home to relax.
You asked if I wanted company, and I asked if you wanted to join me for a nightcap. As expected, you nodded your head with the devilish grin on your face. Enjoy that grin while you can. We agreed it would be best for you to park your car at your place and I would take you home when you were ready to leave. As I said before I am a gentleman, I will see to it that you will make it home safe and sound, as well as aching from my dick pounding into you. Remember you said you could and would sexually dominate me. I'm going to make sure that you eat those words while I am ramming my dick down your throat. There's another side that you don't know, and I love your pre assumptions of me. We arrive at my place; I offer my space for your comfort. I remove my shoes and socks placing them by the door. I approach my bar to prepare cocktails. I roll up my sleeves and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels. You removed your stilettoes, placing them neatly beside my Louis Vuitton Rivoli sneakers. Sitting on my sectional, you tucked your legs underneath you. "Are you always this quiet?" You dig. I arch my eyebrow and chuckle.
"Forgive me, what would you like to discuss." I test. I know what you want to talk about; I wonder if you are as bold as you were at the gathering. "You." I dropped two ice cubes into your cocktail and returned everything to its rightful place. I grabbed your glass and approach you. Tucking my right hand into my pocket, my bare feet lightly caress the plush carpeting. "What about me?" "Why are you shy?" "Who told you that?" "No one, am I wrong to assume?" You questioned. You realized I retained your glass. "Can I have my drink?" You requested. "Stand up." I stated.
