Her Male Model (Femdom)

The Date

Coal's Pov

Words cannot describe how clean my apartment is. In fact, I don't think my apartment has been so clean...ever. I disinfected, dusted, and polished nearly every visible surface. My bed is made, the dishes are done, and my bathroom is sparkling.

It somehow still doesn't feel clean enough. Something about Kat tells me that she won't accept anything less than perfect.

Kat.

My breathing quickens at just the thought of her. The thought of her hands on my bare skin earlier today, forcing me into an impossible arch. The way she commanded me with that sultry voice of hers. Fuck.

I've been hard all day just thinking about it.

I flip the steak I'm cooking over.

The table is all set up with my best dish set and chilled wine. I almost lit a couple of candles but managed to stop myself. I didn't want her to think I tried too hard to impress her. I almost laugh at the thought. I'm trying harder now than I ever have for a female. Truth be told, I don't remember the last real date I had with a woman. I've always been more of a quick fuck type of guy. However, I know Kat is not that kind of woman. She expects effort. She demands respect.

I finish the steaks and plate them, along with an assortment of steamed vegetables. And then I wait. Nerves assault my stomach, making me pace. It's 8:57. Three minutes, and then she will be here. She will be in my space, studying me with those cold eyes of hers. I almost can't breathe.

I walk over to the bathroom mirror, taking a final glance at myself. I have a nice suit on, per her request. It's black, with a white button-up shirt underneath. I left the suit jacket open, along with the first couple of buttons of the dress shirt undone. My dark hair is combed back, I have mint in, and I made sure to use my best cologne.

Honestly, I couldn't have put more effort in even if I tried. Everything is perfect. Everything except my mind.

My mind is a fucking mess of nerves.

The doorbell rings, and I nearly jump. I look at my watch, and sure enough, It is 9:00 PM exactly.

I walk towards the door, taking deep breaths. This is really happening. I place a hand on the doorknob, fighting my gut instinct to run, then open the door quickly before I can chicken out.

Waiting just outside the door is none other than Kat. She looks...unbelievable. The first thing that catches my eye is her dress. It's a deep red, sensual thing with a low-cut neckline and a deep slit, showing off her sexily toned legs and a pair of black heels. And then there's her hair. She tends to keep her hair slicked back at work, but right now it hangs down her back in shiny waves. I gulp, suddenly unable to breathe properly.

The weirdest urge pops into my head then. For some reason, I feel the need to drop to my knees before her and avert my gaze. I strike the thought from my mind immediately. What a weird thing to think.

"Mr. Ryder, am I to stand here all night?" Kat asks, that intimidating smirk playing on her lips once again.

Fuck. I've been staring.

"Of course not. Please, come in."

Kat walks into my apartment as if she owns the place, glancing around. I still cannot fully believe she's here. After all the dreams I've had about her in this exact setting, I'm tempted to believe this whole thing is a mere figment of my imagination.

"Um...Dinners ready. That is, if you're still hungry of course." She turns to face me, and I barely hold her gaze. She's so intimidating.

"Lead the way."