Careful What You Wish For
Angelica sighed as she slipped from the SUV limousine onto Edward’s waiting arm to walk back into the hotel lobby. Again, she was deep in thought, this time ignoring the admiring eyes of everyone at the hotel as she returned from dinner in her gorgeous gown.
Edward, sensing her unusual silence, asked, “What are you thinking about?” He watched her face for a response.
She continued looking ahead but slightly downward, thinking still as she said, “I’m wondering… what it must have been like for them here in 1800, over two hundred years ago with no technology and candles and gas lamps. I mean—primitive. Yet, they built all this.”
“It was certainly a more primitive time, but men have always been and will always be primal on some level,” Gray said. “It is just our nature.” Finally, they arrived at the lobby bar for a nightcap.
“I know what the word ‘primal’ means sort of, but what do you mean when you say that men are primal in nature,” she asked, sliding onto a barstool Edward had pulled out for her.
Gray sat next to her as he motioned to the bartender and said, “A Grey Goose Chocolate Martini for the lady and a Hennessy XO cognac neat for me, please.”
Turning back to Angelica, he forewarned, “Are you sure you want to hear this?” Edward looked at her with narrowed eyes, his lips pressed into a thin flat line.
She curiously said, “Yes, I want to hear.”
Gray picked up his cognac and took a whiff of the pungent aroma from the snifter before taking a drink, and said, “What makes us the way we are after hundreds of thousands of years of evolution is that only the strongest survive. Therefore, only the strongest are selected by women when they look to select a mate, and men must be ready to fight, kill, or even burn the world down to compete for the woman they want. And then do it all again to keep her safe and yours.” Gray leaned into Angelica’s ear, speaking of the base, primal instincts of men. Continuing, he said, “It may not be what you want to hear in a civilized society today, but that is the way it is.”
Angelica felt herself responding to Gray’s passionate description, especially the fire in his voice when he said he would “burn the world down” for his woman. She asked, “Is that what you thought when we first met, and you came to sit in my date’s chair at the restaurant?”
Gray smiled slightly as he took another drink of cognac and signed the check to their room. “I looked at you. I saw how you moved. Every inch of you oozed with feminine energy, and your dowdy date did not deserve you. I had to let you know that I wanted you.” Edward paused and said, “Like I want you right now.” Gray looked down at the elegant gown hiding all her feminine secrets.
Angelica was aroused and turned on by this primal side of Gray, the way he was looking at her like a big male lion, king of the jungle. She took the chance of teasing the lion and said, “Do you like what you see down there?” She caught his eyes drinking in her breasts and her hips that were poured into the fancy gown.
“Only that I want to fuck you into the middle of next week.” Gray took her upper arm and pulled her to stand up facing him and added, “Perhaps a little demonstration of primal would give you a deeper understanding of what I mean. Let’s go.” With a bit of force, he guided Angelica towards the elevator.
She had not felt this kind of aggression from Gray before, which filled her with fear and excitement. Her heart raced, and her adrenaline surged as they walked with urgency towards the elevator bank, Gray still holding her arm hostage, as he took her away. Then, Angelica asked, “Do you want me to…”
Interrupting her, he said, “I want you to listen, and do as you are told.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied obediently. The elevator door opened, and they stepped into the empty car. When the door closed them alone inside, Gray grabbed a fistful of her long blonde hair and pulled her head backward, exposing her fragile neck. He leaned down passionately and kissed and sucked on her neck and throat while his free hand squeezed her whole breast to the edge of almost pushing out of the gown. He ravaged her until they stopped on their floor, and he released her hair to grab her arm again, taking her briskly down the hall to their suite for a date with her dark and primal destiny. She was shaking with nerves and unexplained excitement of what might lie ahead, as she had never seen him this worked up before.
Gray opened the door to their suite and instructed, “Go undress down to your bra and panties. Nothing else. And be waiting for me in First Position on the bed. Do you understand?”
Angelica trembled. With Gray still firmly holding her upper arm, she said shakily, “Yes, sir.” He released her arm with a slight push to start her walking to the bedroom. Her mind was numbly racing as she closed the French doors behind her.
She heard Gray say only, “Careful what you wish for.”
She was still trembling as she took the elegant champagne gold gown off. It was so delicate, a striking contrast to the primal animal she had somehow unwittingly summoned from deep inside Gray. Now, she felt she had no choice but to stay the course as she laid the gown to rest on its hanger and put the designer heels away. She looked in the mirror at the girl she used to be before Edward, before all the shopping and the glitz and glamour. She chose this path, whatever may come next.
Onto the bed she climbed, kneeling, with knees shoulder width apart. Sitting on her heels resting with her hands on her knees, palms up towards the ceiling, she waited openly.
Gray didn’t knock on the closed French doors to the bedroom in their suite. Instead, having waited long enough for his prize to be ready and presentable for his pleasure, he opened both doors and entered the bedroom of their suite, his lair, already stripped naked from his clothes and carried only the black gym bag full of contents from his Red Playroom. Already rock-hard, fully aroused, and ready for his waiting Angelica, he dropped the black leather bag on the bed next to her with a “thud.” She gasped from her mounting tension.
“What’s the matter, little Kitten?” Gray asked in the deepest register of his voice. “Afraid to come out and play all of a sudden?”
Angelica sat frozen in silence, not sure what to say. Then, finally, Gray reached around from behind her with both hands on her throat and pulled her upright and against his chest while standing behind her. His erect manhood pressed against the cheeks of her gorgeous ass as he again asked, “Cat got your tongue all of a sudden?”
Angelica said, “No, sir, I am here for you.”
Gray let go of her throat and said, “Good girl.” As he reached for the black leather gym bag, the zippers opened. He withdrew a thick black collar with spikes and a wide leather loop in front from inside the bag. This collar looked much more substantial than the first one she had tried at his home. She heard his next command as he said, “I want you to wear this for me, and do not remove it without my permission. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she responded promptly, wholly resigned to her submissive role now. She leaned her neck forward and moved her hair away so Gray could place the collar on her. The buckle closed the leather collar around her neck very securely. Next came the pair of leather weight-lifting gloves with padded palms and fingertips cut out. This went on Gray one glove at a time while she patiently awaited his instructions. Next, Gray removed a long, thick, steel leash of much heavier gauge steel links, the kind you might use if you were walking a Rottweiler or more giant breed dog.
Gray instructed, “Sit up straight.” As she lengthened her spine and neck, he attached the leash to her collar with the heavy clasp. Finally, he removed four Velcro cuffs from the bag, one restraint for each wrist and one for each ankle. Angelica’s palms were waiting face up as each wrist took its turn, getting snugly attached with a Velcro cuff. Next, Gray said, “Lean forward on your elbows, ass up.”
“Yes, sir,” she said and was instantly on all fours for her Master to freely attach the Velcro straps to each ankle.