Say yes

Chapter 4

Friday could not come fast enough for me. Wednesday went by so slow. I manage to keep my mind on work as much as possible. That in itself was a struggle. Any time I was not busy, my mind would venture off into a forbidden world that had me aching for more of what Chase had to offer. Isn't strange how you can meet someone and there is so much sexual energy between you two? That is exactly what I felt when I kissed Chase. Pure, lustful sexually charged energy. Maybe it is the fact that I haven't had sex in almost a year, or maybe it is just Chase himself, but I want him so much. The way he kissed me showed me that he wants me too.

    There is one thing that has me a little worried. What did he mean by the nice guy he was last night will not be the same one once I am his? I find it hard to believe that he is going to be a jerk to me. Besides him being a little blunt, he has been nothing but kind to me. Then again he is a Dom, which means he is in control. I am totally fine with that, and if I wasn't it is too late to turn back now. To be honest, I do not want to either. After grabbing my medical records and closing up the office, I was ready to finish the rest of my evening.

    Tomorrow is the big day. I went and got a Brazilian wax yesterday, today is hair and nails. I am going all out. I want to look exceptionally good. As for what I am going to be wearing on my way there, I am not sure yet. I guess it doesn't matter anyway because I will be naked the whole weekend. I have never just walked around someone else's house completely in my birthday suit. Chase will be able to see every inch of me at any given moment. He will be able to take me at any given moment. The thought of him bending me over his kitchen counter, having his way with me is so exciting and frightening. Something tells me that he won't be gentle either.

    Then there is the issue of how I should behave when I am around him. I have read enough romance novels to get a just of how I should act. Maybe. They are just books. This is the real deal. Should I kneel at his feet and wait for his command? Can I look him in the eye, or keep my head low? Do I speak without being spoken to? Shane tells me that every Dom is different than another, and they do not all like the same things. I hope he doesn't make me keep my eyes low. I love looking into his eyes. There are so much passion and desire behind them. Will, he let me touch him without permission? Will I be tied up every time we are together? Will I be trapped in his dungeon of sin? Does he even have a dungeon? Oh, God. What if he has me in a cage-like an animal. I know that some people get off on that, but I am not one of them.

    I guess these are questions that I should bring up. I could call him and ask, but the naughty voice in my head is telling me to wait and see what he has in store for me. I am feeling quite adventurous. When did this happen? It happened the night that I met Chase Bradly. That man oozes sex. I am pretty sure he does not have a hard time finding a willing woman to drop her panties on a dime. Hell, I wanted him to slip his fingers inside my panties the first night we met. Yeah, you can tell I haven't had sex in a while. And with Chase, I won't be just having sex, I will be royally fucked.

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"Mom," I yelled as I walked into my mother's house. I was on my way home from the office when Mrs. Richards called and said my mother fainted outside while gardening. I broke every traffic law trying to get to her house. I was just hoping she was ok.

"Chase! Darling how are you?" my mother asked as she made her way from the kitchen. She pulled me into a warm hug.

"Mom are you alright? Mrs. Richards called me and said you fainted outside again." I pulled back a little to look her over. She seemed ok, but my mother was very good at putting on a good face to hide how she was really feeling.

"Oh, I am fine darling. I was just about to make some dinner." She turned to walk back towards the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

"Mom, don't try and bring up your wonderful cooking to distract me from noticing you are not taking care of yourself," I said as I followed her into the kitchen.