Mastering Wren

Ch.8 'Date'? Date!

'Date'?

I'm lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling, hungry as anything. I hadn't eaten much all day, which was rare for me. But I had been nervously debating in my mind how the date would go. Then I would proceed to overthink why the bloody hell I kept referring to it as a date in my head?

I look around my clean apartment, at least the living area and kitchen is clean... and Mr. Fox is looking at me from the opposite couch. He blinks slowly at me as he falls asleep. How easy life would be, if it was just eating, sleeping and more eating.

"You're so lucky," I mutter, glancing again at my phone for the thousandth time. Ten minutes to seven o'clock. So close and something told me Theo would be promptly on time.

I had spent the last two hours trying on outfits until I settled on the first one I had initially tried on. A simple black dress with a brown leather belt. It was fancy enough to get me into a dressy restaurant if he took me to one. It was also casual enough in case we went to something more mundane.

I glance at my Fifty Shades books I've piled on my coffee table while I had been cleaning. I eye them suspiciously as I once again compare Theo to Christian. Were they alike? Sort of. I suddenly have a shiver of disgust as I think of Christians past problems with his mother, and how that influenced him to have brunette Submissives... blergh. I didn't like that part, I thought it was gross. Hopefully Theo didn't have some messed up family past–

Why do you even care, Wren?

There is a knock at my door and I quickly sit up in a whirl, clasping my hands in my lap. He was a little bit early... interesting. I gulp as I watch the door swing open, he is in a glorious black suit, the white shirt underneath had a couple of open buttons at the top... it looked good.

"Christian," I blurt out.

Theo pauses in the doorway, as if he can't quite believe his ears.

I can guarantee I can't believe my own either.

"I mean, Theo, sorry, I was just thinking about Christian from the books..." I stand up, looking at my feet as I straighten out my dress, "My mind wanders... haha!" my laughter is nervous as I glance up again.

Theo is trying not to smile, he has a hand behind his back.

My eyes slowly widen as he shows me what he is hiding. I see a plastic box... with a coded lock inside.

"Don't be angry, 'Ana'," Theo smirks and then comes inside, "I thought I'd help you out."

"What?" it takes my brain a full three seconds to work out he called me the protagonist from the Fifty Shades stories.

Fantastic Wren, you blurted out the name Christian when he opened the door and now you're both already falling into a role play as a Dom and Sub. Just what you flippin' need.

"Fuck," I mutter, it comes out before I can contain it.

"Are you okay?" Theo comes in and puts the lock on the kitchen counter, "You look increasingly terrified, Wren... what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking... is there a difference between being a control freak... and being a Dominant. Like, in that type of relationship, uh, yeah..."

Why.

The.

Fuck.

Are you prolonging this conversation with him?

I smile nervously, practically gritting my teeth while my eyes crinkle as I wait for his response.

"Well, a Dominant isn't concerned about absolute control, rather the safety and protection of what he considers his own. Satisfying the Submissive is the goal, fulfilling her life, in turn fulfils his own," Theo answers this so smoothly, his explanation is completely natural, "Does that answer your question, sweet cheeks?"