Her Name...

Fate - Part 4

Danielle was never late. Well...never is a strong word, but the occurance was so rare, I could count the times she was late on one hand. That day was one of those times.

The party was at an awkward time between lunch and dinner, but as it was my first time being to one of these things so I was determined to make a brilliant impression. It didn't help that Danielle had chosen today to diverge from the norm and not be punctual.

When we arrived at Danielle's house, she was clearly not ready and waiting according to plan. I waited for five minutes in the car, before sighing and heading up to her apartment. The last time I was here, it was for a completely different reason, and the thought filled me with excitement, albeit with a tinge of guilt. I had already had a copy of her key made for me, but I gave her the courtesy of knocking before I entered.

I heard a muffled call from inside, so I stepped in. The sounds immediately went quiet.

"Danielle?" I called out.

I heard an audible sigh from the bedroom. "Oh it's just you."

What was that supposed to mean? "Sorry to disappoint you. Will you be long?" I ask while looking around for the remote.

"No no...I didn't mean..." she cleared her throat, "I could use your help in here."

I slid my jacket off and tossed it on her couch, and loosened my tie a little. As much as I loved the look and feel of these clothes, it was a tad restrictive and I'd prefer to be more comfortable. "Alright, whats the situ - and you're naked."

She was standing there, blushing so furiously, it looked like she would explode. I might have spent a little more than a few seconds tracing her curves with my eyes. She stood there patiently letting my gaze caress her body, doing her very best not to give in and cover herself up like I knew she was dying to. I cleared my throat when I had drunk the vision in, "Sorry, uh...did you need a little more time to get ready?"

She walked up to me, pressing her soft hand on my chest. She smirked as she slid her hand down my shirt, and over my trousers to the tell-tale bulge. I could feel her fingers through the material as she played with me. "Amongst other things."

It took all the strength I had not to throw her on the bed and ravage her body over and over again; to put this newly emboldened Danielle back in her place. "We don't have time for that." I grabbed her by the shoulders and held her an arms length away. She didn't let go.

"Of course we do. You're always supposed to be a little late to these things. Hardly anyone goes on time." She glances up at the clock. "Let alone early. Did you really want to go now?"

I didn't like this new Danielle. She made me feel ignorant, the way I felt when I first met her. "Just wanted to make a good impression."

She squeezed harder, and looked into my eyes. "Just let me take care of everything." She came back towards me and leaned up to my ear. "Sir."

She pushed me back on the bed and quickly undid my belt. I knew where this was going.

*************************
A/N: Hmmm....so Danielle's second scene will also be in the other book :P (it is unwritten as of right now)
As usual, you do not have to read it, if you don't want to. I'll give you a brief summary of what is important to the story though.
If you just read the small paragraph below, it should flow back into the story.
-------------

While she started off in control, we quickly defaulted back to our usual roles. As much as she liked the control in her life, it was clear she craved to be taken care of when it came to pleasure. When we were done, she lay there panting below me, till I pushed myself off her.