Regrets

4. Master

He left the ballroom and walked to the elevator. His heart was racing. This woman was so captivating. So beautiful. He was excited, but he was also scared. He had read so much about the lifestyle. He played online. He knew what he wanted. He had even experimented a little, although that went horribly wrong. It was probably the thing that killed his relationship. Together, he and his fiancé had learned on that same night that what he really wanted, what he needed, was something that she could not stand. Not all men are dominant, and not all women are submissive. He was. She wasn't. He thought it was the best sex of their life and she thought it was the worst.

Things weren't all that great before that night, and they were terrible after. He knew what he needed, and he knew it would never happen with her. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages. Nothing.

And now he might get what he needed. Or maybe he wouldn't. After all, what were the odds that Jeannie would even come to his room? He didn't give her a chance to respond. He reached into his pocket to get his key card and felt her panties. He smiled. She'll come, he thought. I have her panties in my fucking pocket. She'll definitely come.

He tidied up his room when he arrived. He had a vision—a stereotype—in his mind that a dominant alpha male would be a neat freak. It seemed right. He didn't really fit that profile, but he quickly created the illusion that he did. He hung his suit coat in the closet, and he loosened his tie. Then he adjusted the lighting so only a reading lamp in the corner was lit. He opened the drapes, revealing a decent view of the city.

He tried to lower his expectations. She probably won't come, he reminded himself. She doesn't know me. She would be crazy to come here. He filled a glass with tap water and drank it down. He sat in the corner with his phone and started to read a book he had loaded up for the trip but not gotten around to reading yet. He read the first paragraph. Nothing stuck. He tried again. His mind was spinning. The adrenaline in his blood made it impossible to concentrate. He turned off his phone and stared at the door. He stood up and went to the window. He studied the skyline. He breathed deeply. He tried to relax. His nerves were shot.

He sat back down and crossed his legs. He closed his eyes and pictured Jeannie. Her cleavage. He smelled his fingers. Her scent lingered. He found that strangely calming. She's not coming, he thought.

Then he heard the electronic door lock snap open.