I am His

Part Fourteen

Fear filled my body as he started walking closer to me. If I confess that I thought it was body lotion, then he may see me as a complete idiot. But if I didn't then he would believe that I'm a sex pest and that he had every right to punish me.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" His tone was harsh and cold. His hands held in a fist around the black bottle.

I froze. Do I just go on with it? "I'm sorry?" fuck it what harm could it do. Besides he wasn't allowed to begin the punishments or any form of taming until I had signed the contract; which I hadn't. "What. It's not like you can punish me for it. I haven't signed it yet."

He looked stunned. Shocked might be a better way to put it. His face fell awkwardly as he pressed his lips together in frustration. "I guess someone has been reading then." He puts the bottle on the dresser and walks away.

Doubt waved over me as he left me alone in the bedroom. Would I need permission to masturbate? Would I need permission to do everything if I signed this? Maybe the lotion story might had gone down better than playing along. But yet again, at least he sees me as more than an object.

We needed to talk about all of this. I couldn't just sign something that meant that I would have to do everything he asks. Also, I thought this was about sex and passion, not a 24/7 act.

Wherever were going tonight I must discuss the contract. There was too much at risk for me to turn a blind eye.

"You ready to go?" I ask as I walk into the living room again.

He puts his blazer on and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He places it on the coffee table. "I say we have an electronic free evening." How can this man be so harsh and then so perfect at the same time.

I pull my phone out of my purse and put it next to his. Our eyes meet again. I smile at him. It was hard not to smile at him when he does these romantic things.

He was like a yo-yo. One minute he is serious and down to the point where he just wants to control everything around him. And the next he is planning romantic dates and is so caring and gentle. Like fuck me pick a side.

Walking out of the hotel, we walk arm in arm. He didn't seem to care about people's opinion. I was shocked to see that nobody even batted an eyelid as we walked past. To say he was a famous actor he didn't really get recognised at all.

It was a cool summers evening. The streets were filled with light as the hustle and bustle of the people waved over me. London was one of the most beautiful places on the planet. The city had a heart of its own and our footsteps became the heartbeat.

"Where are we going then?" I question realising that he had not mentioned what the plans for the evening were.

"I was thinking a nice meal followed by a trip to the theatre." He says while smiling down at me.

He must had planned this because getting a seat at any show at this time of year was like finding a needle in a hay-stack. I mean for him it would probably be more like a needle in a piece of fabric, but it still could not have been easy.

"That honestly sounds perfect right now." And it really did. I wanted to take my mind off of uni and writing and this seemed the to be just what the doctor ordered.

You could tell it was a Friday evening too. Every pub you walked past people were drinking and cheering in their business suits and office wear. I don't really think I've ever met someone who is from London. Like was born there. Everyone was different and their voices ranged from anywhere between a Geordie to a Scot.

We arrive at the restaurant. The walls were mainly large windows that showed everyone inside. There were blue tiles climbing up the pillars that break up the windows.

Most of the people inside were drinking wine or whiskey and the atmosphere was loud and dramatic. We walk in and there is a woman standing behind a pedestal. She was tall and has long golden hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail at the top of her head.

"Good evening. Do you have a reservation?" she asks as we approach.

"Yeah under the name Freeman." He replies calmly. Who's Freeman?

The woman pulls an iPad from of the desk and flicks through. "Ah yes. Right this way." She says while putting the iPad back down and picking up some menus.

We follow her through the building as she leads us through some doors and up the stairs. The walls were covered in abstract artwork and the walls changed from a dark navy to the colour of gold as we made our way to the first floor.

The room she leads us too is pretty much empty. There were three tables in this room which where neatly set out with three candles in the middle. The room was darker than the one below with light mainly coming from the large windows looking over the city. Tables were separated by a dividing screen which were covered with white flowers.

She escorts us to the middle table. I walk over to my seat and Martin follows me and pulls the chair out for me. "Thank you. Can you send Adam my love." He says to the waitress.

"Of cause Sir." She replies as she begins to walk back over to the staircase.

Martin sits down and undo's his blazer buttons as he does. The light of the evening made his hair almost glow and the brightness of his eyes sparkle. He glances up at me while I stare at his face. He smirks at me.

"Don't you be getting any ideas." I say as I remember that the waitress called him Sir.

"You caught that did you?" he laughs instantly knowing what I was referring too. "Is that jealously I hear in your voice?" he teases.

Of cause I was jealous. He was getting aroused by the waitress when I am sat right in front of him looking like this! "You wish." I reply trying to act like I didn't care.