The 'E' Commandments

Sunset (Waxplay)

Erik knew it was about time for him and Imani to have a real serious chat about her expectations within the Dominant/submissive relationship they were steadily building. Of course, he has his ideas, and with his experience, he could just take over and let her know the deal. That is not how things work, and because she is new to the lifestyle as a whole, he wants her to understand that she has just as much say in their dynamic as he does.

He has invited Imani over for dinner so they could talk. He is making a simple meal, but he knows that it is her favorite. Erik just finished browning the chicken breasts and is now building the sauce, while the pasta is boiling on the back burner. He already has the pinot noir out and breathing on the counter. The table is ready, music playing, and dinner is almost ready. He checks the clock, figuring out how much time he has to finish getting dressed before Imani arrives. 20 minutes, he has just enough time.

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On the drive to Erik's place, Imani had time to think about the topic of discussion for the night. Does she want to commit to this fully or is it just nice to have fun times playing out scenes with Erik? She has spent the last few days thinking about what her answer would be. She knows he would never hurt her nor put her in harm's way but is that enough to want to submit to another.

Inhaling deeply, she pulls up in front of Erik's place and turns off the car. Imani counts to 20 before getting out and walking to the other side. She opens the passenger side and pulls out the tiramisu that Erik requested for dessert. Locking up the car, she brushes the wrinkles from her dress, straightens herself up and walks up the stairs to his place. She pulls out her keys and lets herself in. "Hey babe, I'm here. Where are you?" She passes the dining room and observes that the candles that usually serve as decorative pieces are lit, producing a soft glow to the space.

"In the kitchen," she hears in response, moving in that direction. Erik is putting the final touches on the pasta dish, turning the front burner off and moving the covered pot to the back. He walks over and takes the tiramisu out of her hands, before leaning over and giving her a quick kiss to her lips. "Hey pretty girl, how are you?"

"Fine." Imani wonders where everything is at because his kitchen is spotless minus the containers full of food on the countertops. Leaning against the kitchen island, she asks, "Do you need any help?"

"Not in here, but you can take the wine and the glasses to the table. I got the rest of it." Erik answers and Imani does what he says, heading into the dining room. He puts the dessert in the fridge before he grabs the salad and dressing out. He walks out with the salad, dressing and some small bowls. "Help yourself."

"Ok," Imani decides to pour herself a glass of wine first to calm her nerves. As she finishes dressing her salad, Erik returns with plates full of Creamy Chicken Marsala and warm focaccia bread. She smiles up at him as he sets her plate in front of her. "You remembered."

Sitting down across from Imani, Erik winks at her. "Of course, I remembered." He pours some wine for himself before continuing, "It was the night you agreed to be my girl." He looks over his wine glass at her and takes a sip. "Eat up. There is no need to get serious so soon." She nods and starts to eat her meal.

They eat in companionable silence, letting the melodic sounds of Anthony David play in the background of the candlelight dinner for two. Imani is enjoying the meal that Erik has made for them. She never lets him do things like this for her, but he made such a big deal about it for this evening. She wonders about his motive behind bringing her back to the moment when she accepted more than just his friendship. Sipping her wine, she looks over to him. Erik already finished eating and has been watching her since then. She feels her face flush under his intense gaze.