Where Love Finds You

Chapter 21

Copyright © 2020 Sara R Stewart

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True to his word, Vito sent out an excellent bottle of wine to start and a charcuterie cheese board that was incredible. It was great to get to just sit back and enjoy the evening with Sailor and see her get pampered knowing it wasn't going to cost her savings or make her skimp on her choices.

"Tell me about how the rest of your week went," I ask Sailor. She is leaning back with her wine in her hand and looks truly relaxed. When I saw her for the first time tonight, I couldn't help but pounce. Between her long curvy legs, those shoes and that dress I could have spent the entire evening consuming her and never been hungry for a drop of food. As it was, pulling her out of her apartment and the elevator to go to dinner was the single hardest act of willpower I have ever exerted.

"Well, Thursday I worked pretty much from seven until seven with very little breaks for food, but now I am finally caught up and even slightly ahead. I do not like being behind in work and if I want to get a promotion in this decade, I need to set my work apart from the competition. My boss sent me home this weekend with some work. It is kind of a privilege really. Our largest private client's books have some major issues that apparently go back years and the client has just requested a meeting to go over everything. They are struggling to sort out what happened and thought a fresh set of eyes would help."

"That's great Sailor, although I don't know why you have to work on your time to help. Can't this wait for the work week?"

"I think the meeting with the customer is next week and the partners are starting to worry we won't sort things out in time. I have some experience with forensic accounting, that's why my boss thought of me."

"I suppose that makes sense, just don't let them take advantage of your ambition and over work you."

"I see it differently; I see this a test of skill to see if I'm ready for the next step. Look at the recent invitation to the Department Head meeting and now this. I'm wondering if they have a position, they are already considering me for. That's how the firm works with secession planning, they don't often let us know when positions are open, they simply promote someone into the position."

"I hope you are right; you certainly seem to deserve it based on how many hours you put in."

"Well some of that is your fault, I have been known to over work to avoid people."

"You don't say," I respond with a smirk. "I sincerely hope I'm no longer on the list of people you'll be avoiding."

"Maybe, it is still be too soon to tell," she teases me back and I reach across the table and capture hand.

"Is there anything I can do to tip the scales in my favor?"

"Trust me, you are already doing it. I cannot seem to want to not see you." Sailor admits and looks away with a blush. Excellent, she is just as affected by me as I am her. I can use this information. I just need to be patient until the right time presents itself, which means I am going to be super frustrated over the next few weeks away.

The rest of the meal and conversation goes by too fast. The food was amazing and the company even better. Sailor even tried to get me to understand what a CPA does, I'm afraid most of it went over my head but she was incredibly sexy as she explained things. I love how serious and passionate she gets about her work; it is clear she loves the work, and she must be great at it with the passion she has for it. All too quickly we are finishing off the absolute best Tiramisu I've ever had and thanking Vito for an incredible dinner.

After dinner we go outside, I help Sailor put on her coat and zip it up for her, being careful to move her hair out the way. I'd do just about anything to be able to keep my hands on her. Taking her hand in mine, we start walking.

"Didn't we park in the other direction?"

"Yes."

"Are we going for a walk?"

"Yes," I respond and then stop and walk us into an open patio with a huge fire pit burning.

"I thought we could spend some time by the fire again, have another drink and talk, how does that sound?"

"Will you be able to drive if we do?"

"Yes, but if either of us doesn't feel comfortable with my driving I'm also perfectly fine leaving my car and taking an Uber home."

"Ok, sounds good. I love sitting by a fire."

We each grab another drink and then sit on the raised stone circular benches surrounding the fire. The cool of my drink feels good in my hands next to the heat the fire is throwing off. For a few minutes we just sit side by side in relative silence.

"I've been curious about some things, BDSM related, would you mind if I asked you some questions?"

"Of course. That is where we should have started but I suppose we jumped the gun a bit." Sailor is looking into the fire and her body looks stiff like she is trying to prepare to ask something hard. I take a sip of my beer and wait.

"I know you are a Dom, but I guess I'm wondering how important the BDSM play is to your sex life and sexuality?"

"I don't need the BDSM play to enjoy sex, I do enjoy it though. I think sometimes, some of the elements of play require a little more planning, however other times it can be more natural or spontaneous depending on what you are doing and how well you know your partner.

For me I'm less into the sadomasochist elements and more into domination and bondage. I also don't mind turning over control to a partner either. Maybe I'm the unusual Dom in that it is more for fun and less of a lifestyle. Does that make sense?"

"I think so. I guess I'm trying to understand things a bit for myself. Sex was okay before but having an organism wasn't so easy for me and I typically could take it or leave it. Then I started learning about BDSM and realizing that simply the idea turned me on more than most actual sex acts prior. I don't think I'm into pain, but I don't really know. I think I realized with you that bondage and dominance elements may be something I need, to really let myself go and enjoy sex."

"I think you are probably right. Hopefully, you'll be able to enjoy things way more, once you can move through the issues driving your panic attacks." Sailor looks at the fire for a while before speaking again.

"I'd like to try again; I just need to figure out how to either stop before the attack or have a plan for how to handle it once it arrives. I think it will help me and I honestly cannot stop thinking about our night together. Even with the panic attack it was the most fulfilling sex of my life."

I'd be lying if I said her comment didn't affect me. Knowing I was the one who introduced Sailor to BDSM and gave her the best orgasm of her life was heady. Not to mention I have been obsessed with thinking about fucking her again and she just admitted she was thinking about it too. It is hard to not pounce on her where we sit.

I turn my body to face and take her hand in mine and wait until she finally looks up at me.

"Did you just say you want to have sex with me again," I ask with a big Cheshire cat grin on my face. Blushing, Sailor takes a drink of her wine and looks away again before looking back at me and saying yes.

"You may have just made me the happiest man in Portland."

"Ha!" Sailor laughs and bumps me with her shoulder, avoiding my eyes again.

"It isn't a turn off that I might have a panic attack?"

"No, but it is really important to me that we talk about how we are going to handle it first and you don't run out on me again. Let me help you move through it."

"I think I can do that."

"Great, let's go," I joke standing up.

"Tahoe!"

"I'm kidding, you can finish your wine first."

"You're incorrigible," Sailor says with laughter in her voice.

"Whenit comes to you, I am."