Relinquishing Control

Chapter 2: Striking a Deal

Dimitri's P.O.V.:

I watch carefully as her whole demeanor changes. Her back becomes rigid, her hands still, her eyes are now sharp and trained on my face. A myriad of emotions go through her face. Shock. Surprise. Confusion. Anger. She settles on that last one, clenching her jaw. She is like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.

"How do you know about this?" she asks in an icy manner, that makes me clench my jaw. Who is she to be asking the questions? She's the submissive in this deal.

"That information is irrelevant, Ms. Smith." I smirk, narrowing my eyes, challenging her. Such an infuriating woman. Her eyes narrow further and I grin menacingly, knowing I'm getting to her.

I can tell she's confused by my response, but the anger is still present in her bold stare. "It's extremely relevant," she snaps back irritated.

"No. It's not," I start. She tries to interrupt me, but I raise a hand silencing her. I will not accept her disrespect. I am not a patient man and she's on thin ice here. How the hell is she a submissive? If anything, she seems very dominant to me. "I know about your wants, and I happen to be a Dom. Now, perhaps we can let go of this nonsense and get down to real business." I tell her in an icy tone.

She glares defiantly at me, and I'm getting frustrated. What is wrong with her? Why won't she accept me as her Dominant? Why isn't she acting like a submissive should?

"What makes you think I would ever want you as my Dom?" she asks calmly, even though her eyes are challenging me and her jaw is clenched. She's obviously trying to deny the palpable sexual tension between us, like she did at the gala. Tough. I'm not letting that happen again. She won't get out of it this time.

I smirk. "You were checking me out at the gala and when I walked in here. I could almost feel your arousal in the air, Ms. Smith and don't you dare try to deny it." I watch as her eyes widen at having been caught. Good, I think. "It's obvious you have a physical attraction to me and I'm attracted to you as well, baby girl. It's taking all of my will power to keep from taking you, right on top of this table right now." I tell her straight up. I pause, straightening in my chair and ask again "So, why don't we discuss an arrangement between us? Hm?"

"I don't mix business and pleasure." She states sternly. Her body is as rigid as mine, filled with lust, but she decides to take a sip of her wine and relax her stance slightly. I watch appraisingly. Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip after she's finished and my eyes narrow. Fuck, she's making it awfully difficult for me not to take her right now. And she's not even trying, my subconscious muses at me.

As if sensing my reaction, her brown eyes dart upwards and meet mine. I clear my throat.
"There's a first time for everything" I rush out and even I can trace the huskiness in my voice. My wits are getting scattered by the second, my lust amplified, and when she repeats the action a second time, my dick instantly hardens. I scowl at her. She is definitely doing this to tease me and the urge to clear this table and spank her senseless increases.

Immediately, though, she resumes her cold behavior. "Not for this," she states once again, clenching her jaw. Her icy demeanor is back in place. Goddamnit, what will it take for her to consider this?

"Why aren't you willing to give this a try?" I ask curiously, sincerely trying to understand her.

She scowls at me, her eyebrows crinkling. "I already told you why."

"No, what you're giving me are excuses. I know you're currently, ehm-" I pause as a waiter walks past "single, so you are available to everyone for claims." I rush out.