Stranger | Short Story | COMPLETE

Chapter 4.

I placed the last fork on the dinning table in my apartment. I looked at the dinner table making sure everything was perfect. Once I fixed everything I ran to the bedroom to give my appearance one last look. I straightened my black button down shirt and racked my fingers through my hair trying to make it look presentable.

I heard the door bell and my anxiety went through the roof in an instant. I let out a shaky breath and stumbled down the stairs to the front door. I slowed down and took a deep breath trying to calm the last of my nerves before I faced him. I reached for the door knob turning it. I opened the door and there he was with all his glory. 

He was dressed in an expensive looking black suit. His white shirt had three buttons from the too undone. In his right hand was a bottle of very expensive looking wine and his other hand was tucked in his pocket. He smiled at me taking my appearance in.

"Are you gonna let me in or do you just want to stand there staring at me?" He arched his brow playfully at me.

"I can do both."I said opening the door wider for him to enter.

He walked in looking around studying the place. I took the bottle for him and lead him to the dinning table. He gave me a thankful smile when i served him and poured the wine he brought. Finally sitting down I noticed him staring at me. I cleared my throat shifting uncontrollably under his gaze. He was so calm and in control making me feel like putty.

"You look great." He said voice husky and deep like always. It wait straight to my cock.

"T-thanks." I mumbled taking a sip of wine clearing my throat.

We started eating in silence. I felt his gaze burning holes on me but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I could feel my cheeks heat and my hear flattered. Sometimes it beat so fast and hard I swear he could hear it.

"S-so what do you d-do?" I managed to ask though my nerves. My eyes were fixed on my plate. I could hear him chuckle.

"I get a feeling that's not what you want to talk about Al," he said darkly.

"W-what do you mean?" I played with my fork.

"Look at me." He demanded. Voice deep oozing dominance. I reluctantly looked up at him. He held my gaze his eyes dark with an emotion I couldn't read. I was trapped I couldn't look away not that I wanted to. He stood up and walked to my side of the table standing next to me. He lifted my chin so that I was looking up at him. He bent down.

He crushed his lips into mine before I could register what was happening but I kissed him back almost instantly. His hand made its way to the back of my neck slightly pulling my hair. I gasped and he slid his tongue in my mouth and pulling me closer dominating the kiss and deepening it. My mouth copied his movements. I felt like the air was being sucked from my lungs. By the time he pulled away I was panting for air but he was calm. He stood back up and looked down at me with a smirk on his face.

"Tell me what you want." He said in a low voice sending chills down my spine.

"W-what?"

"Al, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." He watched me. Searching my eyes. I didn't answer. I couldn't. I knew what he meant and I was scared. I've never done it before but by the way my body aches for it I wanted to beg for it. For him to take control and make me feel like he had when he kissed me. I've always been in control but now I would so gladly give it up.

"I-I I want y-you but," I paused "I-ive never done this before." I stumble over my words. His smirk turned to a smile. He leaned down to my ear his breath on my cheek causing me to shudder. I think he noticed my reaction and chuckled

"I'll take care of you I promise." He whispered in my ear and kissed my neck causing me to let out a little whimper. He stood up and looked at me waiting. I nodded. He shook his head. "Use your words." He demanded.

Shit.

"Yes." I said voice above a whisper.

"Good boy. Now show me your room."