The Daddy Dom

Part One; The Introduction

She felt nervous as she watched the taxi drive back down the long and winding driveway and disappear through the imposing, brass gate. She picked up her bags and turned to muster the house. It was large - the size of a small villa - with a brick facade and large white windows. The door was built of dark wood, a brass knocker nailed onto its middle. The garden surrounding it seemed immaculately kept and bore flowers in various shades of yellow which flanked the house walls. A plated stone path connected the driveway and parking area with the steps of the entrance. The entire property was shielded off from the outside by thick bushes, which could easily trump small trees in height.

She swallowed.

There was no turning back now. The arrangements had been made. The life she had known had been adjusted to accommodate her stay here, so far up in the countryside, so far away from the rest of the world.

Hesitantly she began to walk up the path; once in front of the door she took a deep breath. This was it. Two careful knocks. Then it began:

A broad-shouldered man with dark hair and kind eyes opened the door. A smile played around his lips as he took her hand.

"Charlotte, I'm so happy to finally meet you in person. Please, come in", he said, beckoning her inside. She replied with a small smile, but said nothing. All of her senses were on high alert in an attempt to gather as much information as she could, trying to catch a glimpse of what lay ahead.

The butterflies in her stomach were insufferable.

He took her bags and coat and placed them in a wardrobe in the hall as she relieved herself of the boots she had worn during her travels. He then led her into a beautiful, bright living room. The sofas were large and covered in cold, dark leather. He sat down and motioned for Charlotte to do the same.

"I trust that the trip went well and that you arrived with little to no complications," he said, surveying her with great interest.

"Everything went well." Charlotte answered softly, trying to speak as little as possible, fearing to disappoint him with an excessive or wrong choice of words.

"You must be rather tired after such a long journey; I suggest we discuss the details of your stay briefly and then follow up with dinner - I've prepared salad, salmon and linguine - before calling it an early night. We'll deal with everything else tomorrow."

Charlotte nodded, her eyes big, self-consciously not daring to avert her gaze.