Simple Submission

Chapter 3-revision 1

She took a bite as she pouted. Her eyes rolling up into her head as the delicious explosion of cream and chocolate invaded her mouth.

“Jesus woman, you look like you’re having an orgasm.”

Then it was her turn to cough and sputter as cheesecake and chocolate spewed onto the table.  He pounded her back with his palm and handed her a napkin.

“Well thank you very much for ruining that for me!  I’ll never be able to eat chocolate cheesecake again.” Her chin fell to her chest dejectedly.

“I’m sorry, but you looked so...hot. I couldn’t not say it. I tend to have diarrhea of the mouth in moments like those.”

She sputtered with laughter at his choice of words. Adonis and diarrhea, she never thought that the two ideas would ever mix and now the image was forever burned into her mind.

He shook his head and continued to rub her back as the waiter came over.

“Is everything okay?” That waiter asked.

“Yes, but I would like to get another dessert, whatever you have available, to go,” he said as he handed the waiter his credit card, not even waiting for the bill to arrive.

The waiter returned with a foil swan which apparently held their mystery dessert and the credit card. Ethan pocketed the card and handed her the swan. He moved towards the edge of the booth helping her to her feet and then followed suit standing behind her.

She took a step, stumbling just a bit.  They’d had at least five glasses of wine throughout the evening.  She didn’t usually drink so she was a bit unstable on her feet.

“Oh, careful,” he held her snuggly to his side and led her towards the exit of the restaurant.

The hostess moved in front of them and sidled close to Ethan’s other side sliding a slip of paper into his free hand.

“When you are done with your pity fuck, why don’t you give me a call,” she breathed into his ear.

Ethan looked down at Aubrey, to see if she had heard what the woman had said, she didn’t appear to have and he didn’t want to make an issue for fear that it would upset her.

He looked at the slip of paper and crumbled it tossing it to the floor. He brushed past the brazen slut who thought to entice him away from his wonderful new girl.

“You are not fit to lick my boots,” he said in barely a whisper as he passed.

He heard the woman stammer as the door of the restaurant closed behind him.

As Aubrey settled into the car acting a bit drunker than she actually was, she set her forehead against the window looking out into the street.

She had heard what the woman had said, and she was probably right.  He had gotten her in to some trouble at work.  He thought it was cute that she was a gamer sure, but really, what did she have to offer him.  Surely, he was just going out with her out of some sense of duty.  I mean technically, they had known each other for years playing online, so he had probably felt obligated.

Still, why did he kiss her and feed her?  That isn’t something one would normally do on a first date, right?  He had made it seem so normal and natural that she simply fell in to step.  Now she was realizing how stupid she had been. He probably expected her to fall in to bed with him now.  Not that he should even want her at all.  It was all just too confusing at the moment. She settled back into the seat comfortably, deciding to close her eyes for just a bit but almost immediately fell asleep.

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Ethan looked over to Aubrey; it seemed that she didn’t handle alcohol very well.  He smiled thinking back over the evening. She had been a wonderful companion.  Fun, lively, passionate: a perfect addition to his chain.  Given her inexperience he would have to take it all very slowly but, as he thought, she seemed to be a natural submissive.  She followed even his slightest of leads with little hesitation.  He knew she also had a mind of her own she simply looked to him for a bit of direction.

Without really thinking about it he headed to his house. He figured they could chat some more, enjoy their second dessert with a little less drama and maybe play a bit of Counter Strike.

As he pulled up to his loft, Aubrey began to stir, she was still facing the window and she looked out sitting straighter in the seat --- a large crease began to develop, marring her forehead.

“Is this your house?” She asked abruptly.

“Yes, I thought…”

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she turned her eyes to him with a fiery glare.

“You thought what?  That I would just fall in to bed with you like that slutty hostess wanted to do?  That someone like me would beg for the chance to sleep with you? You can just take me home right now,” She demanded crossing her arms over her chest sitting back in the bucket seat with a harsh thud.

He gaped; apparently she had heard the hostess.

“Aubrey, that’s not…”

“My home, now!”

His gaze grew dark at the tone she took. No one issued commands to him.  Abruptly he took off his seat belt and leaned over using a single finger to push her chin to face him.  He looked into her eyes and whispered.  “Aubrey, none of what you said was my intention.  I need you to trust me; I would never do anything without your consent.”

“You kissed me!”

“You enjoyed it.”

She blushed hotly, god she had blushed more in one night than she had since high school.

“I didn’t want it!”

“Fine, I’m sorry, I will ask in the future but only for so long Aubrey.  For now, just know that my intention was to show you my home, talk, maybe play some CS and eat our dessert.  If you still want to go home though, I will take you if only to show that my intentions towards you are not carnal, yet.”

She looked at him studying his face. Looking for the lie, but she didn’t see it, he seemed sincere.  She groaned as she tilted her head back against the seat.

“Fine, but please Ethan don’t make me regret this.”