My Dates With The Dom by Eden Elgabri Page B

was spending it with friends from school. I'd really just planned on being by myself and I wasn't looking forward to it. I could have intruded into someone else's holiday, but just wasn't into it. I wondered now if Michael had planned on being with her and invited me so he wouldn't have to be alone. I had to stay away from the thought of her . We'd be together and that was all that mattered. Her loss, my gain. Still I wondered about his family and why he wasn't spending the holiday with them.
    Since it was only a few days away, the time passed more quickly than I anticipated. Thanksgiving morning I woke more excited than I'd been for any other. Michael had called the night before and said he'd be picking me up at noon. “Dress like you're going to a nice restaurant,” he'd said and I wondered if that was what we were going to do. The only times we'd been out in public had to do with the sexual fantasies so they didn't really count the way I wanted them to. The closest experience to a normal relationship was the dinner we had at his house. Going out to a restaurant with him would be as datish as dates go. And I wanted it bad. As much as I hated to admit it, I wanted him to be more than just my Dom.
    When he arrived all thoughts of a relationship escaped me. He had on a chocolate brown pin-striped suit, a yellow shirt, and a brown and yellow tie. I wanted to push him against the wall and fuck him right there. I'd seen my ex-husband in a million expensive suits and never had the reaction to him that I had to Michael. He wore suits like an aphrodisiac, like they were designed specifically for him to entice.
    My own outfit, a black skirt and blazer that I'd accessorized with a pink silk blouse, although bought last year, was classic in style and the last expensive outfit I'd bought. I didn't look like a sexy submissive, but instead the classy woman I'd always been. We drove in the opposite direction of his house, and I fidgeted in my seat the entire way. At one point I asked him directly where we were going and he just smirked and didn't answer. So Michael.
    Almost a half hour later we arrived at the country club. This one was much nicer than the one I had belonged to with my ex-husband. There was some serious money here and I understood why he had asked me to dress the way he did. We were directed to a small table directly in front of the fireplace and we sat facing it rather than back toward the rest of the room.
    "Stop looking at me like that,” he whispered.
    I wasn't sure what he meant. Stop looking at him adoringly? Like I loved him? With the shit eating grin? Or like I wanted to eat him up? Maybe all of the above. Behave yourself. You're on his turf. Don't embarrass him.
    The waiter came over and Michael ordered a bottle of white wine while we looked at the menu. “Don't get the Thanksgiving special,” he said. “I ordered a small turkey to take home for later. You might as well have something different now."
    He ordered rack of lamb and I ordered prime rib. Savory beef tender enough to be cut with a fork melted in my mouth, but delicious didn't just describe the meal. As much as the delectable dishes delighted my palate, my other senses heightened in a sizzling type of foreplay.
    Almost two hours later the meal finally came to an end. How he expected that we'd want to eat anything later, I couldn't even fathom. If there occurred a moment in time when I'd been happier with a man, I couldn't recall it. Conversation was light and jovial all the way back to Michael's house.
    We arrived there a little after three. Michael took me to the master bathroom and gave me a toothbrush. “Take a long hot bath, rest. I'll be back in one hour. Be naked.” He handed me my gold collar. “Don't forget this."
    I had more time than I needed and the waiting was making me crazy. Desire grabbed hold and enveloped. He knocked on the door and it surprised me. It was his room and he was the master. “Miss Victoria, are you ready to amuse