Dark Dominance

Chapter-6: The date

When they reached their destination, Xavier got out first. He circled the vehicle before coming to her side. He then opened the door for her and held out a hand for her to take. The hand was taken, after a few moments of hesitation.

When she got out of the car leaning on his hand, her lips parted in surprise. It was a skyscraper that looked like fully made out of black glass. The moon hanging over their head had its reflection on the glass building and that looked amazing.

Holding her hand in his, he led her inside the building and they passed the lobby. He led her to a corner which revealed a secluded passageway. They walked across. Her, with her gaze locked to the ground permanently, and him, with anticipation bubbling in his chest, would she like his arrangement for her?

He led her into a lift and when they got inside, he stated, "Top floor"

She was surprised, he could voice command the lift?

The door closed, and they were once again given the privacy that she dreaded and didn't want. She didn't want to be alone with him in such a confined space. She started to break a sweat, thinking it would take some time before they reached the top floor, given the number of floors the building could have.

An aroma slowly started to pour into the closed space of the lift and filled his lungs with every breath he took in, his eyes wanting to roll back at the sensation. His groin got tighter, his manhood bulging. This very specific scent of brown sugar mixed with coconut oil and honey was very familiar to him. It was the scent of her, the scent that had numbed his mind in need whenever he sat beside her at her home or when they were in his car.

His chest heaved, fingers twitched, and all he could think of was just one lick, anywhere on her body, so that he could taste and discover if she tasted the way she smelt.

Just like when they were in his car, it took all his might to restrain himself from uncontrollably latching himself to her.

He wanted that, to latch himself to her, very very much... It had been six months!

Her fingernails almost dug into her palm when she saw how uncommonly his chest was rising and falling. His eyes hooded, unruffled, as though he was under some sort of spell, his fingers twitched and everything screamed to her that whatever was going through him was not good for her.

Then she saw the bulge, the faint outline of his manhood, and that was enough for her head to start spinning ferociously. Everything about it told her she was in danger and that she needed to run.

With a stiff back and a frozen core, Rose waited, waited for seconds to pass. And after what felt like a strangling eternity, the doors to the lift finally opened which seemed more like the doors to heaven to her.

That was a help for him too. He was beginning to dread how long he could maintain his composure in such a tight closed space alone with her. He was relieved after finally stepping out of the lift.

Xavier led her to another passageway and halted in front of a door. He pushed open the door, and Rose was welcomed by a classy yet cosy ambience. The restaurant had a French vibe with its music, wooden floor, and warm-toned lights. The walls were white which were almost covered in beautifully painted pictures and expensive-looking wall decors. A big chandelier hung above the center and a table was set, right under it, which was the only table Rose could see in this large spaced restaurant. With a Turkish area rug under it, the table was small, not actually small but it couldn't be classified as a medium one with 2 chairs set on its opposites. It had multiple layers of patterned sheets sprawling over it on which roses were set, different sizes of already lit red candles could be seen in an arranged pattern.