Page 10 of Dark Promises

When I settled in at the firm, and it afforded me a chance to travel, I took it. Maybe a little too soon because I’d just met Daniel at his club. There he was standing not paying attention and especially not to me. He was the man I’d dreamed about. He wore this expensive dark suit with a blue shirt and opened where his muscular chest was on display, especially when he dropped something and reached to retrieve it from a chair.

I loved that suit and while in California, I bought one similar to feel a closeness to him or to be him.

There I stood in his club, a brash nervous young man, not sure of himself. Finally, he noticed me and sauntered over. His dark eyes scrutinized me from my feet to my groin and as his gaze ascended after pausing for a moment, his eyes settling on my hard full cock, he coughed and straightened up, and we locked eyes. Daniel’s lips curled up to the right in a mischievous smile that wasn’t lost on my eyes. His eyes appeared to be filled with mischief when he said, “Do you always stand that close to a man where he can smell you?”

“Sometimes. The other times, I’m naked and I smell much better than now.” He winked and chuckled as if I had said something dynamic. I trembled at the thought I was able to get a few words out that would put a smile on his face.

“I don’t know if you can smell any better, because I’m smelling flowers and natural musk and that is driving me crazy,” Daniel said. “I wonder what it would be like if you were naked and lying in my dungeon.” He smirked, dropped those words, then turned around and away from me. I wasn’t sure if he thought I would run away, but I didn’t. There was something about the way he said dungeon that had me curious and excited, and wanting to know more.

When I was first approached about leaving New York and hadn’t had my first experience of being tied down by Daniel and fucked within an inch of my life, I thought who wouldn’t want to go to California with all the sun and beautiful rich men? I realized within a few days of meeting Daniel I didn’t want to go to California. However, I’d committed myself, signed a contract I didn’t read, and me a lawyer. Now that was a joke. I had to go or lose a position of a lifetime.

The day I arrived in sunny and rainy California wasn’t what I wanted. I missed Daniel, and I missed Sam my Jack Russell terrier. I thought I would have the time to call Daniel and tell him I’d gone out of town, and I’d see him soon. We had a discussion about being together, but I was sent out of the country, and when I woke up, it was two years later, and now they were sending me back to live in New York for good.

Not knowing how Daniel would take to me showing up at his door and whether he’d given away Sam, had me nervous for the first time in my life. That brash young man who stepped into Pluck the Cherry alone that fateful night, had lost his impetuous nature. Time, and not being with my true love had made me uncertain about everything. I was older and I thought that would make me confident, but the more I learned about things and people, the more I became less able to handle things, primarily because I wasn’t around the man I truly loved, and I knew had loved me once.

Being away from him and the type of confident man I’d first met led me to believe he wasn’t spending his life waiting for a man who never called. One day I showed up in his life and the next I was gone.

I didn’t know how to feel now, but I knew Daniel was the man for me. But after all this time was he even thinking about me? Did he lie awake at night, or as I had done on many occasions try to recreate our lives together with just a tug of my cock, then spend the rest of the night wishing and dreaming Daniel was whipping my ass with a crop to bring me to orgasm.

I had to find out, because I never stopped thinking about him, never stopped wanting him, but was too afraid to call after I’d allowed too much time to pass between us. I wanted to explain to him what had happened, but I didn’t want to hear him tell me it was over, therefore, I postponed that call for so long it didn’t make sense to even make that call after two years.

I wrote several letters, and they were returned unopened. I guessed he was angry with me, and I gave up on that relationship, but never my love for him.

“What are you thinking about, Cole? I knew you wanted to go home, but I couldn’t swing it until now,” Max said, after I remained silent for too long. There was so much I’d been going over in my mind, and I was sure that was a rhetorical question, because when you asked an individual what they were thinking, it was too private for them to even say, therefore, in my case I said not what I was thinking, but a go-to answer for most things.

“I appreciate the gesture, but I didn’t expect it this soon. I don’t have an apartment.” Even as I wanted to be home in New York, now I was afraid. That was what I’d been thinking.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing. You were an asset to this firm and you’re still very young. We lucked out when we got you on board. All that’s arranged for you. You’ll be one of the youngest partners in the firm, and it comes with a car and an apartment, and a generous salary. So, pack your bags, and you don’t have to worry about anything, it’s all there waiting, and you have an expense account. You’ll have to buy suits for New York weather, because all those things you wore over here are different.”

Tell me about it.Max must have forgotten I was born in New York.

“I know, I was born in Manhattan,” I said absentmindedly, when I rose from my chair and offered a closed smile.

“Oh yes, I forgot.”

I stumbled out of Max’s office after speaking to the secretary who had my itinerary waiting. I’d fly to New York in the company jet tomorrow, and had two weeks off before I had to meet the partners. I had no plans except seeing Daniel. I didn’t have the nerve to see him up close, I just wanted to watch him to see if he’d found a partner or someone special. I wasn’t sure how to handle that. Would I walk up to him and say,“Baby, I’m home?”Or wait outside his home if he were alone and stride up to him.Now I’m turning into a stalker,I thought with a shake of my head, and a smile that had tugged on my lips each time I thought about Daniel.

When I reached my office and cleaned out my desk, I instructed my secretary and PAs to take what they wanted. All I had was the picture of Daniel and me at Coney Island, and that would be enough for now.

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