Free My Dates With The Dom by Eden Elgabri Page B

he was afraid I'd be the one who wouldn't want to renegotiate.
    I released the breath I'd been holding. He still wanted to see me. I couldn't think clearly. My body started to decompress and relax again. “And if there's something different I'd like to try?” We'd hit on my biggest fantasies, from simple things like a hot tub all the way to various types of bondage. I couldn't even think of anything, but wanted to keep him on his toes.
    He grinned at me. “Just tell me or do it and I'll do the same. There's always the safe word. Remember that."
    My analytical mind started to categorize. Pros and cons. Cons consisted of not knowing in advance what was going to happen. Now that could be scary, but exciting too. And it's not like I thought Michael would ever hurt me, so there wasn't much to worry about there.
    The biggest con was not having a contract. That meant at any time he could decide simply not to call or ever see me again. But if I really thought about it, he could do that anyway. It wasn't like either one of us would take the other to court for breaking the contract.
    The pros made my heart race. Since we wouldn't have a contract, we wouldn't have set times to see each other. This meant we could get together whenever we wanted and wouldn't be limited to once a week. Now I knew one of the reasons we set it up was lack of time, but twice a week on occasion would be perfect. In addition there wouldn't be a specific fantasy acted out, just exciting sex between two consenting adults. Like a normal relationship. Again, the entire purpose of the contract was to escape the pitfalls of a relationship, but hard as I tried, I couldn't deny the fact that the more time I spent with him the more I wanted the elusive real deal of a relationship. I tingled all over. No matter how I looked at it, this step was in the right direction. Our time together wasn't over. It was just beginning.
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Chapter Eight
    As we hit mid-December, the sky seemed to open up and blanket us with snow every other day. Bundling up was a pain in the ass, and I often wore pants and snow boots to Michael's and changed into the required skirt in the alcove inside the front door. Lately, we hadn't been out in public at all and I was starting to once again feel like nothing more than a booty call.
    Well, to be honest, that wasn't true. I wouldn't have even thought of it if I hadn't made the mistake of telling my best friend from my former life that I was seeing someone. She, of course, related it to the normal world. She asked where we went and how often. Since I couldn't tell the absolute truth, I invented our dates. That's what made me feel bad. If I'd been able to name a movie or a museum or anything on the normal meter, I wouldn't have thought twice about it.
    I did discuss Thanksgiving, the few occasions at restaurants, how we cooked a lot together, and how Michael helped me with my homework. Still, since it was mostly sex between us, I had to throw in a lot of lies. Somehow I knew if I told her the truth, she wouldn't approve of what I was doing. And I was happy, wasn't I?
    Well, I thought I was until I talked with her. Now I stood in the alcove wondering if Michael had any feelings for me. If he cared at all. He never mentioned anything and repeatedly told me not to get too close. “I'm not a good boyfriend,” he had said. There were times when he seemed like a kamikaze mission, and no good would come of it. Yet, even if he didn't care, I couldn't leave him. I'd take him any way I could.
    I dropped my underwear with the rest of my clothes. Tonight I'd be taking him in my royal blue corset, black thigh highs, and royal blue suede shoes. Stop caring what other people think. Just enjoy him! I double locked the outer door and went to serve my master.
    I kneeled and waited.
    He met me in the hallway wearing only his robe. It hung open and his erection jutted out. He came close enough so that it poked at me and I opened my mouth and