Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Sitting in Marcus’ car I couldn’t help but run my hand over the soft leather seat, it was soft and supply.  His hand reached for mine and I realized I hadn’t been as subtle as I thought as I peeked over at him.  

He smirked at me and I felt the blush flooding my cheeks that was becoming all too familiar.

“So where are we going?”  I asked as he rubbed his thumb across my knuckles.

“Just for dinner, I wanted to discuss some things with you before our relationship progresses.”  He said looking back at the road and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was about the rumors I heard.  I bit my lip and smiled as I looked down, I knew I wanted it to be.

Marcus seemed like he would be a good dominant, I knew from the way he carried himself, to the way he spoke, he liked being in control.

 He moved our hands so my fingers were woven with his, his thumb caressing my thumb softly as he navigated the sleek black sports car through the dark streets.  

When he stopped in front of the restaurant I couldn’t hide my shock, Roma’s was my favorite Italian place.  I watched as he let go of my hand and jogged around the car to open my door for me, he held out his hand to help me up and I slipped my palm against his feeling the heat of him warming my skin.  

Marcus handed the valet driver his keys and then tucked my hand into the crook of his arm.  As we walked in I was hit by the mouth-watering smells of slow simmering pasta sauce and the hints of freshly made bread.  My stomach grumbled loudly reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since lunch, I peeked over at Marcus and caught his lips twitching in a smile as he looked at me.

“Hungry?”  He asked.

“Just a little,” I said wishing that I could control my blush again.  At this rate I felt like I would start to look like I had a sunburn.  The hostess came over and seated us in a corner table that was secluded from most of the other patrons.  I couldn’t help but wonder if this was on purpose or if Marcus had planned it this way.  

Marcus pulled my chair out for me, the gesture seemed so strange and out of place in this day and age.  I sat down and he moved taking the seat beside me, his eyes studying my face.  It was as if he were trying to memorize every freckle on my skin, the bow of my lips and I felt the blush spreading to the tips of my ears.  

“Marcus-” I started to say but stopped when our waiter walked over to our table.

“Good evening, what drinks can I get you two started with?”  He asked as he handed us our menus, Marcus ordered us a bottle of red wine and the waiter left us to study our menus.

“What were you going to say earlier?”  Marcus asked as he picked up his menu, I couldn’t help but study his hands for a moment before I turned my eyes to my own menu.

“It’s not important,”  I said glancing over my menu, I was already familiar with it.  We had ordered in at the office more times than I could count in the past few months as we worked late and I already knew what I wanted and what Marcus would probably order as well.

“Amelia,” he said in the voice, rough and commanding.  I looked at him with wide eyes as I pressed my thighs closer together.

“Yes Sir?”  I said in a voice that sounded breathy to my own ears, his lips pressed together and his nostrils flared as he looked at me and I wondered if he could smell how much I wanted him.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way I did, I wanted to ask, but at the same time I was nervous about what he would say.

“Everything you say to me is important, I don’t want to have any secrets between us.”  He said as he reached a hand towards mine.  I nodded as his eyes met mine.

“You wanted to discuss our relationship?”  I said sitting my menu down, when he touched me it was hard to think about anything other than him touching me.

“Yes, but our waiter is here.  Do you want your normal?”  He asked, at my nod he placed our orders. 

As the waiter walked off Marcus gaze turned back towards me and I couldn’t help but shiver, how could a look make me feel so many things.

“Amelia, I don’t know if you’re aware of the tastes that I have when it comes to the bedroom.”  He said taking a sip of his wine that the waiter had dropped off before taking our order.

“I’ve heard rumors, but I didn’t want to let them affect our working relationship.”  I answered honestly as he sat his wine glass down and steepled his hands under his chin.

“And what did you hear?”  

“That you like like to spank before sex.”  I said in a whisper, my throat felt tight talking about it with him.  I had never felt so nervous talking to a dominate before and I couldn’t help but feel like he was about to devour me as he watched me, his lip twitched up in a half smile.

“I like to do a lot more than that, how much about BDSM do you know about?”  He asked and I took a long drink from my wine trying to get some courage.