Club de Fleurs 2: Sadie

“Ahhhh,” she screamed, not quite ready for him. He held still to give her a minute to adjust before he started a slow in and out motion. “Oh, Master, that feels so good, faster, please faster.”

“Faster, girl, who’s in charge here? I think slow and gentle will be the way of it this morning.” Varying the rhythm and depth of his strokes just enough to keep both of them on edge, he prolonged his completion as long as he could before taking her with him.

Sitting up on the side of the bed, he pulled her over his lap and gave her five quick swats on the ass. “That’s for being bratty,” he told her, lifting her up and leading her to the shower.

After taking a shower, they went into the small kitchen he had in his suite—not every suite was equipped with a kitchen—and he prepared her breakfast. “What are you doing today, girl?”

“I don’t have any plans, Master,” she answered, wondering where this was going as she ate the scrambled eggs and toast he had prepared.

“If the offer is still open, how about we do that dinner tonight? Would you have time to prepare?”

Going over what she had on hand and what she could make without a lot of fuss, she answered, “Yes, Master, I think that would work. If you’ll allow me to go home and prepare for a few hours, I’ll leave you my address and you can come by later. Would that be okay?”

Dave had thought about spending the day with her, but she sounded like she needed some time to prepare. As long as he got to see her later, it would be okay. “I think that could work. I’ll be at your place around five and we can plan on eating between six and seven. I’ll bring some wine. Would that give you enough time?”

“Yes, Master.” Her inner self was jumping up and down. How was she going to make it until five? As she went over everything she wanted and needed to do, she knew the day would fly by.

Sadie went home and, after changing into cleaning clothes, set to work, tidying the house and fixing lasagna, one of her specialties. Time flew and before she knew it, it was time to start getting ready. She found a peasant blouse and skirt that was loose and flowing, something very comfortable, but just a little sexy. Pulling the blouse off her shoulders, and choosing to go barefoot, she went to make sure the lasagna and garlic bread were ready for the oven. All she would have to do was put it in and toss the salad. Now to wait for Dave.

It was a little before five and Sadie wondered around her condo, picking up and looking at things, trying to make the time pass faster. She found herself staring out the window, watching for Dave. She was not sure what he drove, so every car that pulled into the lot was potentially him, and she was disappointed when it wasn’t. Looking at the clock she saw that only two minutes had passed and knew she was going to drive herself crazy before he got here if she didn’t find something to focus on. Grabbing her e-reader, she opened the current BDSM novel she was reading trying to distract herself with the story.

Dave arrived at Sadie’s at four thirty but didn’t want to look anxious, so he sat in his car. He had stopped on the way to pick up wine and flowers, but was still early. Looking at the clock every few minutes, time was passing very slowly. He decided to get out and walk around, checking out the neighborhood and surrounding condos to see what type of place Sadie lived in and if it was safe.

He quickly walked through the complex, nodding and smiling at kids playing and adults also walking around. It seemed like a nice quiet place, and people seemed to be friendly, tossing a ball to a group of kids playing, he decided he had stalled long enough.

Walking up to Sadie’s door, he knocked not caring he was early. Sadie opened the door with a smile. “Hi,” she greeted him.

“Oh shit!” was all he said as he took off sprinting for the parking lot.

Sadie stood with her mouth open watching and trying to figure out what was going on. Dave got into his truck and grabbed something out. Running back with his arms behind his back, he grinned. “Wine, and flowers, my lady.” He had forgotten them in the truck when he got out to walk around.

“Why thank you, kind sir.” She grinned and opened the door wide to gesture him in. So far tonight was going great. They were comfortable with each other from their interactions at the club and there was none of the awkwardness of a first date.

Sadie turned and locked the door, and as she turned back to Dave he was right there in front of her. Almost running into him, she stopped and looked up at him, smiling. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, Wrapping her in his arms, he guided them down to the couch, sitting her in his lap, his mouth never leaving hers.

He continued the kiss until they were both out of breath and panting. Pushing off his lap, she grabbed the flowers and wine from the coffee table where he must have set them and headed for the kitchen to chill the wine and put the flowers in a vase and try to get her equilibrium back. The man could definitely kiss.

Turning from putting the wine to chill, she opened her mouth to ask him if he wanted something to drink only to find him standing right behind her, again. For a big man, he was very quiet on his feet.

“Ack,” she screamed, taking a deep breath. “Stop that!” She shook her finger in his face.

“Stop what?” He laughed.

“Sneaking up on me. I about lost a year off my life!”

“Is it smart to be shaking your finger in your Dom’s face?”

“Oh, umm, well, I…you startled me, Master.”

He reached around and hugged her. “I just came to see if there was anything I could do to help?”

“Oh, umm…no, I’m just going to put these flowers in water, then I need about an hour and a half to cook the lasagna, how soon do you want to eat?” Why was she letting him get her so flustered? This was Dave, her Master, she’d known him for several months now.

“Why don’t you go ahead and start it and then we can go and talk.”

“Okay.”

Sadie put the flowers in a vase and put the lasagna in the oven. Turning with the flowers in her hand, she took them to the table. “Do you want something to drink?” she asked, turning to Dave.