A Perfect Submissive- Chapter II: First Encounter

He’s in my mind all night. As I strut around the club, as I dance on men’s laps, as I pocket whatever money I can reach, he is in my every thought. He knows it too. I can tell from the way he smirks at me from across the dark room. This is what he wanted, to get in my head, and he did it…so very easily. Once the clock strikes midnight, like Cinderella I finally leave this scum infested place.

I walk to the bar to tip out and tell Jack, the owner of this means to an end, that I’m finally going. He watches me as I walk away, he always does. He watches all of the women here without apology. Jack makes my skin crawl. I slide on my trench coat, covering my glittered body before quickly leaving Jack’s smoke filled office.

“You’re finally free,” a familiar voice says softly into my overdone hair.

I didn’t feel him come up behind me and the thought of his ability to creep up on me is unnerving. Breathless, 

I glance back at him, finding his perfectly sculpted face darkly smiling down at me. There is a darkness that surrounds him, a mysterious feeling he gives off that I can’t quite define. He is dangerous, but I am sure he will not harm me.

“I am,” I say meekly, “are we going to your place?”

He grins wolfishly at me before answering. “Of course lovely. My car is parked just outside.”

I fall in step with him and I quiver at the feeling of his hand on my back, guiding me out of the dark club. As soon as the fresh air hits my face, I smile the first genuine smile I have produced all night. I can finally breathe again. I feel light and the disturbing feeling that digs into my heart is finally gone.

“You do not like it there do you?” It is not a question, he is stating a fact.

“I don’t want to talk about work,” I say immediately as he ushers me to a dark Audi.

“Is Jane your true name,” he asks. He holds the passenger door like a true gentleman and offers his right hand to help me inside.

I blush. No man’s ever treated me with such consideration before.

“No,” I whisper as he shuts the car door.

As he slides into his driver’s seat and loosens his red neck tie he asks, “What is your name then Jane?”

I stare into his soulful eyes. He looks as if he can see right through me. He understands me more than most and he is a complete stranger.

“Isabella,” I murmur.

“Isabella.” I enjoy the way my name sounds as it rolls off his tongue. “That is a beautiful name.”

I watch him as he moves out of the parking lot and onto the empty highway. He is even more beautiful outside the harsh lights of the club. He has a face that would inspire painters and a body that would rival any classic depiction of male beauty.

“What is your name sir,” I ask softly.

He’s quiet for a moment, lost in his thoughts perhaps. “You may call me Mr. Masen.”

He is so formal, so strange.

“Do you have a first name,” I softly tease.

He looks amused for a moment before his eyes darken. “My family and close friends refer to me by my Christian name. You are neither.”

I am both taken aback and turned on by his harsh tone. He is so different from any other man I have ever known. There is a mystery about him that draws me in. I want to know this man. I want to know him very much.

“I understand Mr. Masen.”

He smiles at my efforts, rewarding me with a crooked grin. He looks so young when he smiles. He should smile more often.

Soon we arrive at a sleek modern home. It is black with wooden accents and large windows that allow one to see into the elegantly furnished rooms. I am in awe. It is so different than my shabby apartment that I can barely afford in the city. There are no surrounding homes for miles; instead the home is surrounded by pine trees.

“Do you live here alone Mr. Masen,” I ask as he helps me from his car.

“It is just me and my staff Isabella. They are not here on the weekends, so it is just you and I tonight.”

Hearing this makes me shiver. In fear, I do not know. It feels more like anticipation for whatever Mr. Masen 

has planned for me. He leads me into the home and takes me to a living room that contains a bar, two leather couches, and various modern art pieces. I take a seat, enjoying the way the cold leather feels against my skin, and Mr. Masen offers to serve me.

“I’ll take a Gin and Tonic please,” I ask quietly.

“That’s my girl,” he approves with a dark grin.

Handing me a Hendricks’s with tonic and a cucumber, he pours his own before sitting on the opposing leather couch.

“Take off your coat Isabella,” he demands as he lounges back against his couch, coolly sipping on his Gin and Tonic.

I feel myself grow wet and I press my thighs together to relieve a bit of tension. Placing my drink on the wood floor, I slip out of my trench coat, sitting before him in my club attire. Part of me is thankful that I did not bring a change of clothes to work tonight. My nipples pucker as I feel his eyes on my lace covered breasts.

“You are a beautiful woman,” he states.

“Thank you sir,” I blush, gazing down at the floor.

“You please me very much Isabella,” Mr. Masen says as he licks the gin off his lips.

I smile; pleased by his words. I’ve never felt so utterly affected by a man before, never met a man whose voice was so intensely arousing. His conjures up so many foreign feelings inside of me that beg to be released.

“Come here and suck on my dick like a good girl.” Mr. Masen’s face is calm as the words leave his mouth. 

His words were not a question, they are a command. Something about that makes me so incredibly wet.

Without hesitation, I drop to my knees and crawl the few feet toward him. He looks pleased, incredibly so, and rewards me with another smile. I sit before him on my knees, waiting for his instruction of what to do next. I can sense he enjoys the control of ordering me around already.

I’ve pleased him again and he reaches down to pet my hair. “You may unzip my pants and pull out my cock.”

I can’t help but smile at his words. I know that I have never been so turned on in my entire life. I do as he instructs with pleasure. As I hold his erection in my palm I’m shocked with how big it is. I’ve only seen a few erections in my life, of course men have whipped it out at the club, but I have never dropped my eyes to look. Mr. Mason is throbbing and massive in my hand. He is circumcised and over nine inches in length. But it is his impressive girth that has my jaw dropping. I can’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of me.

“Is something the matter Isabella or do you need my instruction?”

I don’t have to look up at his gorgeous face to know that he is smirking.

“Only if you want to give them to me sir,” I gaze up at him through my thick lashes.

“Put your mouth on me like a good girl,” he says his eyes dark and his pupils dilated.

He puts a hand on the back of my head to guide me down. I am able to wet my lips before his thick cock is in my mouth. I moan around his dick and the vibrations cause him to moan as well. He thrusts his hips off the couch and his cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag around him. He seems pleased by this and groans loudly in response.

Truly, I have only performed fellatio a handful of times on my pervious boyfriends. I cannot tell if I am doing an amazing job, but Mr. Masen seems very pleased as he grips my thick hair. I pick up the pace, enjoying the feeling of him down my throat.

“Swallow my cum,” he orders before ejaculating down my throat.

I do as he says as he holds my head in place. His penis softens in my mouth and I release him. Smiling up at him, he makes me feel incredibly beautiful.

“That was wonderful Isabella,” he compliments. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he gently wipes up the cum on my lips. “Should I reward you? Should you get an orgasm as well?”

My pussy throbs and my body yearns for it, but I stay silent as I gaze up at him.