Story of Us trilogy 01: TouchStone for Play by Sydney Jamesson Page A

look at me."
    He lifts his head and so forlorn is his expression
that it cuts me to the quick. "I can’t imagine what makes you feel you
have to be dominated. I don’t know what to say to a request like that. Truly I
don’t."
    A little too quickly, he regains his composure. I see
him transforming, reverting back into the self-possessed man I saw framed by
crystal light only two hours ago. It’s as if he’s made a bad call, misjudged
the situation somehow. His back is settling into the back of his chair; he’s
becoming fierce and remote. "I see."
    But he doesn’t, he’s pulling away, out of my reach.
"No you don’t," I answer sternly. "I didn’t say no, you took me
by surprise, give me a minute ..."
    There’s an urgency in my voice that comes from a
colossal surge of emotion stirring inside me. It reaches down to the depth of
my soul and I am powerless to control it. "Do you think I would let anyone
dominate you or treat you that way. Of course, it has to be me." I
take hold of his hands in mine and rest them on my lap.
    The gravity of the situation hits me: this is one of
those moments in life when a promise made is a promise kept. "I promise to
take care of you Ayden, in whatever way I can, and however you want me to. If
you want to call that being dominant, then so be it. Can I make it any clearer
for you?"
    "No." For some reason, he treats me to a
victorious smile and moves closer so we can feel each other’s breath against
our lips:  he’s intoxicating and, by all accounts, so am I. His pupils are like
dark pools of rainwater; in them I can see myself reflected and I know I belong
there in that dark, secret space.
    "What should I call you?" he asks with a
sexy glint in his eye.
    Call me?
    I’m thinking on my feet. "Behind closed doors you
can call me Elizabeth, but only then. Right here and now I’m Beth."
    "Ok. Sounds good to me." Confidently, he
takes hold of my hand, preparing to leave then halts abruptly, thinking through
his actions. "Are you ready to go?"
    I swallow deeply and prepare for my command
performance. "Yes, if we’re starting tonight then you should take me home
so I can tie you up and fuck you." I assume that’s the right thing to say
and, by the look on his face I think I’ve nit the bullseye.
    His smile lights up the private box, it stretches to
his eyes and the warmth of that light makes us glow like a constellation of
undiscovered stars. He upturns his hand and reaches out to me.
    "Let’s go, I’m all yours."
     
     
    By lunchtime Dan has had enough. He makes himself
scarce and goes for a smoke behind the north exit door, remembering to keep the
bin between the door and the latch. He got caught-out by it once before and it
took him seven minutes to walk all the way around the building and to re-enter
through the double swing doors. That was the day he caught the eye of Sandra
clearing the bins in the back office. The memory of that encounter has stayed
with him like a bad dose of indigestion. “What a fucking mistake that was,” he
recalls with a sneer.
    “Oh you’re a big boy, aren’t you,” she called out when
he passed, causing him to clench his fingers into a fist. She was trying to
embarrass him in front of her workmates, but he was having none of it.
    He sauntered over to her and positioned himself
against the door jam, blocking her path. “Are you talking to me sweetheart?” He
could be charming when he wanted to be.
    “I might be,” she said. He hated the way she came onto
him, fluttering her eyelashes and flashing her tits.
    “Then, decide if you are or if you’re not because I
haven’t got all day.” He had her on the ropes.
    “What if I am?”
    “Then you should be here at 5.30 ready and waiting for
me.” He knew exactly how to handle her sort.
    “And what if I’m not?”
    “Then you’ll never know will you.”
    “Never know what?”
    “Whether I’m a big boy or not,” he said, throwing her
a wink over his shoulder. He left her with that