Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

I sat down my wine glass as I avoided Marcus’ gaze.  How could I tell him about what I knew without sounding like some sex crazed manic?  

Which given how Louis and Marcus had been behaving today wasn’t far off from the truth.

“I know a bit about BDSM.”  I said, biting my lip as I looked at him through lowered lashes.

“Safe, sane, consensual.  If I don’t have your consent, I won’t try and engage in that type of relationship with you.”  He stated and I couldn’t help but smile.  “I’d very much like to be your dominant though.”

I felt my heart beat faster and the butterflies swirled to life in my stomach at his words.  

“I’d like that as well,”  I said, my eyes meeting his as he reached across the table to take my hands.

“Tell me Amelia, what do you like?”  He asked and I could feel the blush flaring to life in my cheeks, the flutter of arousal stronger than before.  His eyes darkened and I knew that I wasn’t just talking to him, but his dragon as well.  

Our waitress showed up saving me from answering, I thanked her as she sat down the baked ziti in front of me.  My mouth watered as I looked at the cheese-y carb filled meal, I picked up my fork and looked at Marcus as he thanked her for his rare steak and pasta.

I watched as he carefully cut his steak as I dug in, I wanted to cringe as I watched him.  

Was it a dragon thing?  Or a Marcus thing?

“Don’t think I noticed you didn’t answer,” he said taking a bite as he watched me closely.

I scrunched my nose up and he raised an eyebrow while chewing.

“It’s still practically mooing,”  I said as I stabbed some of my pasta onto my fork.  I wasn’t going to let his poor taste in steak ruin my meal.

“It’s good,” he said after he swallowed.  “You still didn’t answer me, Amelia.”

I took a deep breath as I chewed, the way he said my name like it was something he craved.  Made something flutter in low in the pit of my stomach, was that butterflies?

It was, was I falling for my boss?

No, it was much too soon.  This was just lust, once I got over this spell that had seemed to weave around me.  I’d feel better, I’d be able to think clearer.

“Amelia,”  Marcus repeated.

“Hmmmm,” I said as I picked up my wine glass and took a sip.

“What do you like?”  He repeated in his slow commanding voice, it made me squirm in my seat.

“I like being bound, I like being spanked, and I like to please my dominant.”  I said my voice a breathy whisper, he blinked slowly at me and I knew that he had heard my softly spoken words as a smile spread across his face.

“Good girl,” he said as he resumed eating.  I looked down at my food, I was hungry and it had nothing to do with food now.

His praise had struck something inside of me, something that wanted to please him.  Not just the dominant part of him, although I had a feeling there was nothing about Marcus that wasn’t commanding.  He seemed like someone who was always in control of himself and the people and things around him.  

I wondered what he looked like when he lost control, I thought glancing up at him as we continued to eat.

“Eat a lot, I want you to have plenty of strength for tonight.”  He said to me with a slight twist of his lips and my breath caught.  How was I supposed to keep eating?  Now all I could do was anticipate what would happen later.  

“What are we doing tonight?”  I asked, my eyes widening as he sucked in his cheeks.  It made his face seem gaunt, almost hungry as his eyes met mine.

“I’m taking you shopping.”  He said with a smirk, I frowned I had gone shopping with Louis earlier.

“Louis and I went shopping earlier, I don’t need anything.”  I blurted out, not wanting him to buy me anything as well.  I knew what I wanted, what I was ready for.

“Not that kind of shopping, Amelia.”  He said as he bit his lower lip his gaze never leaving mine.

“What do you mean?”  I asked softly.

“I want to get you a few things, I’d like for us to pick out a few toys.”  He answered his gaze darkening with desire.  Desire for me, I looked up at him and tilted my head to the side.

“I’m not really into the age play, I mean calling you Daddy.  I can do.  Pretending to be a child isn’t something I’m comfortable with.”  I said as I sat my fork down with a frown, I was fine with consenting adults having that type of kink.  It just wasn’t for me.

“Not those kinds of toys, I was thinking maybe a paddle or a flogger.”  He said his lips twitching slightly. 

“Oh, those kinds of toys.”  I said, bringing my hands up to my hot cheeks, “I’d like that.”

“Good, now let's finish dinner and we’ll go shopping.”  He said and I picked up my fork trying to finish my meal as he did the same.  Our conversation was light and I found myself getting past my nervousness and general enjoying spending time with Marcus.  

After dinner he settled the tab and I excused myself to the ladies room.