Chapter o03

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That very next night was my meeting with 'you know who'; I was ready long before the chosen hour. After work, I took a long rosewater bath, shaved, exfoliated my skin, and scrubbed every ounce of my body. After finishing, I washed and dried my hair, then tangled my locks into some rollers before soothing my body down with this expensive ass lotion that was sent along with some other things that Mister R. Michaelson had given me to wear for tonight.

The lotion had a scent unlike any I'd ever worn before, a sweet aroma with hints of cucumber and melon. It transformed the entire experience of me getting ready, felt like I was doing some type of sensual striptease for a man I had never met and was in the room with me. But as I drew the purple silk dress over my bare body, adjusting it to drape over my breasts, hips, and thighs, it almost felt like he was in the room... watching me. I don't know; I just felt extra sexy.

Though I was not trying to think too much about the situation, I was not comfortable with this buying shit for me to wear situation. Looking back, it made me seem golddiggerish. But I'll tell you about his response to that later.

Once I was dressed, it was a little before fifteen after; I paced my livingroom's floor until my wall clock's long hand rested securely on the four, I took a deep breath and grabbed my clutch, and stepped out of the apartment and into the hallway. The silk of the dress stroked every inch of my body, my nipples were like pebbles under the fabric. My hips swayed under the draping silk, my booty jiggled freely due to the lack of underwear, and with the help of the five-inch heels on my feet. I felt like sin in this outfit; sinful and naughty—And the bad bitch in me loved it.

I got stares and gawking eyes as I made my way off of the elevator, all of this built up my confidence even more. From the apartment's lobby to the curb, I felt invincibly sexy, as if there was nothing else in the world as lovely and delicious as me.

Within moments of me standing and feeling myself, a white Maybach limousine pulled up. The driver, a well-built man in a black loose-fitting suit and an earpiece tucked into his ear, got out.

"Good evening, madam," he greeted me with a head nod and opened the luxury car's door for me.

I gave him a smile and slid on into the car and with a firm thud, the door closed beside me. I quickly took in my surroundings of the light, velvety luxury interior, the leather seats cupped my ass as I sunk further and further into it. Low classical music played softly from the speakers and I took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of woodsy aftershave and expensive cologne. 

That's when my eyes connected with his.

Even with the lavishness of my surroundings, he had officially claimed my attention from it all. He sat there and watched me settle into this car, his body was still and watchful like a panther stalking his prey. Damn, if I had not noticed the movement of his breath under his suit jacket I'd say he was a statue. 

"Good evening, Maia." Just like on the phone, his voice was deep and commanding. I exhaled sharply, he was undeniably handsome. He looked like something straight out of the pages of GQ magazine. He was one fine ass white boy.

"Evening,—" I hinted for him to throw a sister at least his first name, I refuse to be calling this man MasterDom all damn night. He gave me a hint of a smile as he leaned back into his seat, still baring his eyes into mine. 

"We'll get to that soon, but now..." His eyes left mine for a moment, taking in my appearance, once again that smile appeared. "I must say you look beautiful in my things." 

I brought my head down and looked over my outfit. "T-thanks—it wasn't necessary for you to do this, you know?"

He shrugged his shoulders as he lifted a glass of wine to his lips. "What?" He asked simply after taking a light sip of the velvety concoction, I raised my eyebrow at him. He knew damn well what I was talking about.

"It was not necessary for you to give me your things." I mocked his previous statement. He arched his brow at me then smiled small as he sat his wine glass back down. Not saying anything. 

"Yes, it is necessary Ms. Risky. Sit up straight so I can look at you," he said. I leaned up, pressing my palms against the leather seat, simultaneously thrusting up against my breasts, and arching my back; his eyes gleamed in approval as he took in the form fitting purple dress I was wearing. His eyes felt like a cool caress. 

Commanding. 

Undeniable. 

His eyes lingered on my crossed legs for the longest. 

"Hmm... Very nice." He murmured, my body shivered in lust as his eyes calmly moved over them then slid higher. "I like that you followed my instructions and only wore what I told you." I gaze at where he was staring, my nipples hard and clearly visible through the thin silk fabric of this dress. He'd sent me this dress, heels, perfume, and a silver clutch. No undies or stockings. 

All of a sudden I felt like the biggest whore on my block. 

Here I am out with this rich ass man, wearing clothes he bought and wearing no panties or bra—What the fuck? Did I just abandon every bit of moral fiber my mother installed in my black ass?!

"Oh wow... This is a mistake." 

I shook my head as I closed my eyes. "I can't do this anymore—" He gave me a little look and shrugged his shoulders.

"Can't do what?" He asked he continued to act oblivious. I sighed and gave him an exasperated glance. 

"Look, MasterDom or whatever your name is—"

"Reuben." He corrected me.

"Well, Reuben—I'm no one's whore or gold-digger—"

He gave me a confused look. "I had not realized I called you any of those things, honey." He said with a glint of humor in his eyes, which pissed me off a bit.

"What the fuck, I am being serious right now—"

"Such foul language for a beautiful woman." He made this 'tisk' noise with his tongue. "Pet-peeve of mine." He shook his head then leaned forward.

"A man that doesn't take me seriously is a pet-peeve of mine!" I retorted, he just gave me a long glance then picked up his wine glass once again. "I think I made a mistake."

"The only mistake you are making is overthinking this night, Honey." I just looked at him then looked back out the window. "You asked me if I could handle the risk... Do you not follow your own words?"

I knew my damn big mouth would get me in trouble one of these damn days! 

I huffed as I glanced over at him.

"Bit off more than I can chew I guess." 

"Not likely." Reuben wagged his long finger at me. "I think you are afraid to be loose and free, doing something 'risky' as you put it eloquently." I looked down at my hands. "You are a classy woman; I can tell you don't do things such as this on the normal." He chuckles. "I just wanted to see how good you are at following instructions and I must say I am thoroughly impressed." He clapped his hands, making me look at him. He had this handsome smile on his face, I just shook my head and tried my damndest not to smile back at him but I failed. 

Miserably. 

"Why don't you have me wearing panties or a bra?" I had to ask, I mean damn, he wasn't getting any pussy out my ass.

He shrugged his shoulders and easily responded:

"I'm a pervert." 

He cracked a handsome, toothy smile. I broke into a contagious giggle, he joined in with me. "Don't laugh at something that you don't know if it's a joke or not, you read my profile Ms. Risky." He winked at me as he grabbed his glass again.

"Well, I guess that is true." But I felt no dangerous vibe coming from him. "So... How long have you been into black girls?" 

Reuben laughed out loud at my blunt question. What? I just want to know how he got infected with the jungle fever virus.

"Actually, I am not into black girls—I am into women." He stated simply. "I love all women, no matter the shade, Honey." He winked at me before returning to his wine.

"What a pageant-like response, boo." I giggled; he smiled as he shook his head.

"You are not my first taste of brown sugar, Maia." He licked his lips sensually at me; my pussy just drenched this fucking dress. "Then again... I have not had the honor of tasting you... Have I, Honey?" He winked his ocean blue eyes at me; I just exhaled deeply then looked off. 

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"Mr. Michaelson! Mr. Michaelson, over here sir!"

The bright flashes of numerous cameras flickered in my face as Reuben gently grabbed my hand and escorted me out of the Maybach. 

"Smile for the cameras, Maia." He joked as he folded my arm into his and led me towards Spago's; we were swarmed by paparazzi who were roughly shoved back by his personal security. 

"Who is the pretty lady?" 

"Is she your new girlfriend, Reuben?!"

Various versions of the same question were repetition; he simply ignored them and opened the chef's entrance of the restaurant for me, once I stepped in through the door Reuben followed in behind me.

"I am so sorry about that, Honey. I told David to park in the back for the sole purpose of avoiding a situation like that." 

He shook his head then chuckled lowly, I smiled small in response. We were ushered further into the restaurant than in the main dining room where we were met by a league of hostesses and wait staff. Once they introduced themselves, we were taken to a private dining hall in the far corner of the restaurant, where could have more privacy. I was taken aback by the special attention we were being shown. 

"This was cool, never had shit like that happen to me before—It was kind of cool."

"Don't." He glared at me.

"Don't what?"

"Curse... I don't like it." He gave me a serious look; I just gave him a confused look. "Please you don't know what it does to me, just please refrain from such language."

"Uh, sure—I'll try I guess." 

Okay, I see this shit isn't going to last very long.

There was an awkward silence; I just stare at the menu, cringing. Everything was expensive and way out of my budget. This complimentary glass of water would do just fine; I placed the menu back down onto the table and swiped my free glass of water from the table and took a long drink. Reuben smirked at me in amusement while reaching under the table, placing his hand on my knee.

"This is my treat, Maia. No worries."

I just glanced at him.

"I think you've treated me enough this evening." I glanced at the dress then back at him. He chortled at my disposition. "What? I don't usually receive or accept such a plethora of expensive gifts from strangers, Hun."

"My dear Miss Maia... I am a very wealthy man, money is no object to me and I assure you none of this is anything for you to get all worked up about."

I just smack my lips in retort. 

"Is this how you meet women on the regular? Meet them online and buy them shit until you can lure them on to your dick?" I said while folding my arms, Reuben stared at me for a moment then chuckled lowly.

"I see you have not heeded my warning... You have a very terrible choice of vocabulary, Miss Maia." I raised an eyebrow at him, the fuck is he on? "I see you haven't been properly disciplined yet."

Disciplined?! What the fuck am I? A dog?

"Um, last time I checked... Slavery was over with, Reuben." He shifted under table, causing me to stand up in defense. "What you ain't heard or something?"

"Sit down, Maia." He smiled at my anxiousness; I stared at him intently as I retook my seat. "You are simply hysterical... You know that right?" 

I just glared at him as continued to chuckle at my demeanor; I was two seconds from calling me a cab and dipping out this bitch. 

"My dear Maia, the context of which I'm speaking does involve whips and chains, but not in the usage of oppression; but more in the lines of sexual domination." I stared at him for a moment and thought back to his profile and the words:

'A woman in need of a firm hand and strong man' began to haunt me.

"MasterDom... You're an S&M dominant." I whispered as I closed my eyes... I was so fucking stupid! How the hell I ain't put this shit together! This was too much, even for me. I think it was time to go.

I stand to my feet and open the clutch, retrieving everything out of that was mine. 

"What are you doing, Honey?" Reuben asked as he sipped his glass of water.

"Giving you back this expensive ass clutch, and your dress and these shoes will be back in possession as of tomorrow morning—" I looked up at him, he looked unmoved. "I really think this is not going to work out and I think it's best you find someone else that is more in your league and I'll look for someone more in mine." 

"As I said, Maia—what do you think you are doing?" His tone was commanding and deep like before, and he was now standing to his feet, towering over me. I just gulped hard and looked down at my hands; this man was something else... How could his presence be so fucking overpowering? 

"Maia... Look at me, Honey." 

Now his voice was husky and took in a deep breath as my eyes met his icy, blue orbs.

"Hm?" His hands found their way to mine, gently bringing me around the table and to him, I gasped as he snatched my body into his. "I asked what you thought you were doing." I lost all track of thought when his hands slipped down to my ass, then back up my back. 

"I-I t-t-think I should go," I whispered, he smiled small and nodded his head, releasing me from his arms.

"Maybe you're right... It would have been nice if we had enjoyed a meal first—"

"No, I think I should leave now." 

I was adamant on leaving immediately. Reuben with a shrug of his shoulders then snaps his fingers; the maitre d came immediately over to our table. 

"Ms. Jones and I would like to get our dinner to go—"

"We never ordered—" I began but he held up his hand to silence me, this caused my face to scrunch up. 

Rude ass jerk.

"We'll both have the duck breast with pear-mustard raisin compote, chanterelle mushrooms and pomegranates." The waiter nodded in understanding, jotted down the order, then quickly scurried off. "Sorry, to interrupt you, but I could not let you leave this place without tasting Wolfgang's amazing cuisine, Honey." He smiled, I gave him a head nod. In reality, I could care less, I was ready to go home.
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"Such a hermit you have turned into, Ms. Jones." 

David and Reuben's personal security lead us out of the restaurant, all of the paparazzi from earlier had gone; the management of the restaurant must have gotten rid of them. 

"Just nothing more to say at this point, Reuben," I murmured as my walking came to a sudden halt, causing the waiters that were carrying our dinner out to stopped abruptly as well. "I would like to thank you for this very interesting evening, Reuben, but I think we should call it a night." He just stared at me for a second.

"How will you get home, Honey?" He spoke just a little above a whisper.

"I'll catch a cab... But I think it's best we don't see each other anymore." He looked unmoved. "I think I am not what you are looking for, and I know you are not what I am looking for."

"And what are you looking for, Miss Jones?"

I sighed while shaking my head.

"See... You cannot even answer my question. I think you don't know what you want; I think you are afraid to do anything out of passion." I sighed as I rubbed my temples. "What are you afraid of, Maia?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing, I just think we are looking for two completely things. I went on PROJECT: Love in hopes of finding a soul-mate, a Mr. Forever, and obviously, you joined the site for a Miss Right Now and that's not me." 

Reuben pressed his lips together while turning his head, then nodded his head in agreement. "Valid point you make there, Miss Maia." 

I smiled small and nodded my head. "But still, I would feel much better if you allowed me to give you a lift home."

Hesitantly, I agree then climb into the Maybach as David stood close by, Reuben eventually followed suit. We rode in silence; just the sound of classical music coming from the speakers lightly filled the car's atmosphere. I stared out the window, Reuben just watched me closely from afar. Once we pulled up to my apartment complex, I was going to jump out of this car, that would help me feel so much better. I'm glad I stood my ground and told him what the deal was. No need for this to linger on.

After a quiet, yet uncomfortable thirty minute ride, the Maybach pulled out in front of my building. I watched as David got out of the driver's seat and walk around the car to my door. 

"There you go, Miss Jones." 

I smiled at him as I began to exit the car, once on the curb David held out my Spagos' dinner sack for me to carry.

"Oh, thank you," I said with a smile. He nodded his head, saying nothing in response.

"David, I shall escort Miss Jones in." Reuben's voice came from inside the car. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, here it goes.

David opened his door then Reuben swiftly made his way to the curb beside me, I lived in the more calm part of Inglewood, and my landlord didn't play about loiters hanging about his property so the lobby and the front of the building were empty. Reuben gently took the sack from me and escorted me inside the building then ushered me through the lobby.

"Floor?" He asked once we reached the elevator then stepped inside it.

"Oh um, the third." 

He nodded his head and pressed the button as stood there in silence. "I'd like to thank you again for taking me out, Reuben." He looked at me and gave me a smile.

"The pleasure is all mine, Honey." 

I smiled at him then took in a deep breath as I listen to the chiming of the bells as the elevator made it pass through each floor. Once it stopped on my designated floor, Reuben lead us out of it but I stepped in front of him and led him down the hall to where my apartment is. Once outside the door, I turned and looked at him. "I think you've got it from here."

"Yea... And I hope you find what you are looking for..." I chuckled lightly.

"I have." I arched my eyebrows at him. "Miss Maia... I want to fuck you so badly that I can barely stand it." 

My mouth dropped. 

"But until that fateful day, Honey—" 

He leaned in and pressed his lips upon mine, then leaning up just an inch. "I bid you a good night." Pecking my lips once again, he swiftly turns and heads back to elevator and gets in. He turns and our eyes connect once again, Reuben gives me a knowing smile and a head nod as the elevator's doors slide close.

"Oh, my Jesus." 

I whispered as I felt the wetness of my anxiousness seep down my thighs.

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