Trying To Dominate The Dominant [BDSM]

Chapter Five: The Worse Date Ever

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What the hell is he doing here? I'm trying to keep my temper but why is he here. I hope he doesn't think I'm actually going on this date, but then again I did promise.

I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin.

I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker.

"What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here.

"I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess.

"So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with.

"Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist.

"Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear.

"I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

He opens the door and with manors I say thank you and slide in. it's nice, all black leather and tinted windows, it smells clean and there's a hint of the cologne he was wearing lingering behind. He comes along side and hopes in the car. Once inside he speeds off down the road.

"Out of all my years of going to that auction I've never seen you there"

"It was favor to my uncle" I mutter.

"Oh?"

"I punched a cop in the face and he got me off, so he asked me to do this for him and I said sure. Why do you go?"

"It's to help a good cause, and one of my... friends had cancer so it's the least I could do" so he does have a caring side.

He pulls up along the side and I look out my window to see a restaurant. It's not your typical one either. It's nice. Probably expensive. He comes along side and opens my door for me just as the valet man comes to retrieve the keys. I take his hand as he leads me inside.

The restaurant is grand and luxurious. We take are seats and either I'm being paranoid or I feel like everybody's looking at me. I hate this, I hate attention. Only when I'm in the ring but that's different. I glance at Armstrong over here who looks calm and collected. He does this often I guess. I look my left to find a table of two older women staring at me. There not even being secretive  about it, there eyes are glued to my face. What the fuck! On my right there's a man and a women who every now and then size me up. The man looks like he's eye raping me. A look I know all the well from Mr. Sex expert over here, and the women's just looking at me in either anger or annoyance. The others are just starting. Oh fuck this.

"Take a picture next time I'll last you longer" I snap. Causing the human binoculars to gasp.

"Why are you so hostile" he growls. His voice is dangerously quiet.