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   Casey wore a black dress that fit her body to a T, he had insisted
though she hated how the dress up for him.  She'd always wanted to go baby
bat Goth, here was her chance.  Lack of a bra irritated her breasts,
causing her nipples to peak rubbing against the layers of flimsy material.
Beneath her dress, she wore sheer black stockings, matching lace garter
belt and, just for him, no panties.  A shiver raced through her at the
contact of bare skin against the wispy dress.  What the fuck did she think
she was really doing?  Everywhere were those little nigglings of doubt that
plagued her life.  A deep shuddering breath left her lungs as she tried to
calm herself.  She could do this, she would do this.  She wanted to do
this. She wasn't going to turn around and run.  Strappy two inch heels
adorned her feet.  She still cringed when she saw herself in the mirror,
all her insecurities wanted to rear their ugly heads but she wasn't
listening to them tonight.  She was thinking positive, he'd made it a point
that self degradation was out period.  So she thanked the Goddess for her
dark auburn hair and aqua blue eyes.  They were her prettiest features and
she hoped he would at least approve.  Nervously sitting down before him,
she swept her waist length hair aside.  She was more accustomed to the
weight of it tangled up into a non-fussy braid pulled back from her face
rather than letting it hang free over her bare shoulders.  Every little
sensation made her want to squirm, specially the intensity of his gaze,
which she hadn't mustered the courage to meet yet.  Not that it was proper
either.  Lowering her eyes, she looked down at the leafy green salad he'd
ordered.  There were lean thin slices of steak on it.  The sight of it made
her mouth water; she wasn't as used to such refinements.  She wasn't used
to a lot of things.  "You may look up at me now," his voice was steel,
neutral and deep.  Beneath half lowered eyes she could see him moving about
nonchalantly arranging his napkin in his lap and his silverware in their
respective places, as if everything were perfectly normal and he'd had
dinner with her on a normal basis.  But this was their first meeting; it'd
taken her a while to let him talk her into it.  So much fear had controlled
her life.  She lifted her uncertain gaze to him, noticed how his long
platinum blonde hair framed his handsome narrow face.  Penetrating silver
eyes peered at her through half open lids.  Long eyelashes fluttered over
round eyes.  His lips were plump, kissable.  Pale skin contrasted against
the dark shirt he wore that covered a massive frame.  She was captivated,
her heart fluttered all the faster.  Casey suddenly wondered what he looked
like nude, the more naughty part of her nature coming through despite her
coyness.  She'd seen a few pictures of him in a tank top, knew he had
strong well defined shoulders.  She could see her dainty fingers splayed
across the rippling mass and the thought alone started her mind to
wandering.  "I thought you said I was dieting?" Her voice was very soft as
she poked at a tantalizing slice of meat, the center still slightly pink.
Ronan waved an elegantly long fingered hand dismissively, "Dieting is
bullshit, sweetheart." He narrowed his eyes, tilted his head slightly to
the side while he studied her.  "I don't want you to lose weight." Lowering
her gaze, brows knitted together, her hands grabbed for the table cloth in
her lap.  Kneading the silken material nervously her skin crawled with
goose bumps as he assessed her body with those piercing eyes.  He can see
through me, she thought wringing the cloth tightly, already her teeth
gnawing without pretence into the meat of her lower lip at the right side.
Her stomach was one big knot at that lingering glance.  He was appraising
her and she knew it.  It was all there in his eyes, the play of emotion
across the breathtaking shades of metallic grey, the thoughtfulness, the
eagerness and excitement of a new potential conquest.  A little irritation
at her apparent fidgeting and something that burned hotter and brighter. 
That sparked and rapidly sped to its target like a bullet from a gun. 
"You're beautiful the way you are," it was the same neutral tone but
something tender had underlain the tones, sent another shiver through her
body.  Those bright metal eyes had gleamed with desire and affection.  "I
want you to be healthy." He'd reached for his glass, taking a small sip of
water, her eyes focused on the small bits of dew that were left behind, the
craving to reach across the table and lick them from his lips ran through
her mind as subtly a smile pulled the corner of his mouth.  She blinked
innocently; let the movement flutter her lids closed as she tried to take
her mind out of the gutter.  She was torn between her want of him and the
fear threatening to overpower her.  When in doubt, laugh it up.  "And steak
is supposed to be healthy?" a smirk touched the edge of her mouth, a hint
of her usual self.  "Yes." A wicked grin crossed his kissable mouth.  "The
protein you get there will keep you awake all night for," he clasped his
hands together, "other things." Her heart thudded faster at the last bit of
his sentence, "This is the part where you should be making some crass
comment about me eating your meat or such but you aren't?" She blinked
slowly again expectantly as she watched him carefully, "Are you?" "Go on,
eat." He brushed his hand in front of her plate.  Hints of flames danced
within silver eyes that spoke of fervor, sending tightening waves tickling
in Casey's lower region.  It was cooked perfectly and lain out on a bed of
arugula.  The spicy flavors of the greens mixed with the hints of black
pepper in her mouth.  Normally she disliked pepper but it was just the
right balance of flavors across her tongue.  She chewed the meat, tasting
all the succulent juices from the tender cut of beef.  "Mmm," she swallowed
and took another bite, a smile pulling at the edges of her mouth in
pleasure.  It'd been so long since she'd had such high quality cow that
wasn't a pair of boots.  "You're not going to eat?" she arched a brow
questioningly, fork half lifted to her mouth as she spoke and watched for
his response.  Ronan merely shook his head; another elegant movement of his
wrist brought the wine glass into his grip as he raised the cup slightly.
"I have wine." "We're beginning your lessons now though." The glint in his
eyes held desire and spoke of more things that Casey wondered about.  All
those looming threats and promises between them that had never been
expressed in anything more than text words and brief playful phone calls. A
slow shrug of the shoulders had Casey taking another bite.  And another
until the steak was gone from her plate and only crumbs left.  Food had
always been her weakness, she liked good food and he knew that about her.
She glanced over her water glass at Ronan, seeing his approval.  A
momentary thrill of pride welled up inside her, a brief flare that for once
she'd done something right.  "One might think you're trying to fatten me up
for slaughter," her casual tone was more joke than sarcasm but she was
adjusting quickly to being face to face with him.  Becoming more
comfortable in such a personal position.  "One might think that statement
was impertinent as well." His tone remained neutral enough to hide the
hidden annoyance.  But he couldn't hide it in the jerky movement of his
hand through his hair, pulling it back and away from his face to tuck
carefully behind an ear.  Casey swallowed another sip of water, lowering
her eyes, wishing for something else to put her lips around, something that
would put him more at ease and forgive her for her blatant cynical streak.
Nerves welled up as the waiter brought another bottle of wine for Ronan
along with a second glass.  "For the lady," Ronan motioned smoothly at
Casey.  It hadn't been flamboyant or overtly elegant but rather more
refined and sophisticated.  He was a man used to giving direction.  Used to
having them followed, any good Dom was a master at body manipulation among
other things.  "I don't uhh..." she tried to wave it off politely, her soft
voice weak and stuttering.  She looked across the table from Ronan to the
waiter.  She nodded quietly, and consented with a sigh.  He tilted his
head, giving the annoyed slant of his eyes a softer look.  "This is about
new experiences, Kay.  Remember?" He'd used her nickname on purpose, had
made the conversation more intimate and personal.  Bending forward across
the table he took her hands in his, forced her to release her grip and set
them on the table before them.  His hands were a warm strong presence over
hers.  The silken mass of his platinum hair swept across her hand in a
genteel touch that made her sigh before those plush lips of his touched her
forehead.  "This is about you and finding your joy, your new way to love
and live life...," he whispered huskily through the press of warmth from
his lips, "through your gift of submission to me." Casey swallowed hard,
the lump in her throat growing annoyingly larger.  She had agreed to this
meeting, agreed to perform for him in real time.  How could she stick to
her guns and not run like she'd always done?  Harshly she had to remind
herself there was nothing left worth going back to.  They'd known each
other for a long time and had sworn to meet up as soon as they were able.
Both being patient, not expecting completely the total time it took for
Casey to learn the first lessons of her life, about standing on her own
feet.  Truth was she'd snuck out one night into the darkness, scared to
death and on the verge of a panic attack.  But she'd made it and hadn't
looked back from the situation she had been in.  Only an asshole of an
ex-husband who had berated her and made her feel small.  He'd criticized
her constantly.  Even when she dug her heels in and fought back, he somehow
still seemed to win.  It'd been drilled into her mind that she was nothing,
would never be anything but a hopeless co-dependent woman.  Ronan
vehemently disagreed with that.  Wanted to show her just how wrong that
loser had been.  The chance Ronan had offered her seemed too good to be
true.  Try it out first, just a few days and then decide.  Come be one of
his kept.  His pets, loved, cared for.  Submissive completely and solely to
him.  Nodding slowly she firmly grasped the glass of wine Ronan handed her.
Her hand hesitated a moment as she meet his hard expectant gaze again. 
This was simple, she'd had wine before, and she could do this for him. 
Forcing the rim to her lips, she inhaled the sharp tannins and tartness of
the berry before swallowing.  The liquid hit her tongue, confirming her
thoughts.  Bitter.  Then as it slid down her throat, the liquid seemed to
morph into something fruity with an acidic quality to it.  "See?" He
clasped his hands together in front of him and watched her as though she
were in school.  He completely lacked that "Professor" look as his sensual
mouth pulled into a satisfied smile, a traipse of his long hair falling in
about his face.  "This game isn't so bad?" He'd settled back more
comfortably in his chair, enjoying a sip of his own glass.  A simple nod of
the head was her response as she quietly eyed the wine before taking
another swallow, this time a bigger one.  The deep red merlot burned a path
down her throat, sent heat into her cheeks and flesh as it quickly went to
work through her blood.  "Whoa," he caught the stem of her glass between
agile fingers, as she attempted to down the rest of the contents of the
glass.  He allowed her another sip before setting the almost empty glass
off to the side.  "The last I recall, you didn't have a tolerance like I
do." A smirk touched his lips.  "Nobody," she shook her head slightly, long
auburn tresses swaying around her oval face, "has a tolerance like you do,
my Prince." The alcohol already seemed to be affecting her head.  She
lowered her eyes and quietly allowed a smile to grace her brackish colored
lips.  A tiny hint of mischief reflected back in the aqua depths.  Or was
that more nerves?  Often it usually took her a bit of time to warm up to
anyone.  When she was more comfortable then she would have the courage to
make more snide remarks.  "We're going to transform you in this game, my
dear." "You mean change me?" She bit her bottom lip as she realized her
mistake.  Ronan scowled at her.  "Never.  You're perfect as you are." His
voice trailed off.  "But?" He arched an eyebrow at her.  "But you need to
be refined.  That wine you're drinking is over thirty years old.  When it
was new, it probably had a very bitter quality to it.  It might have tasted
fruity and fresh but it probably tasted a little unripe.  After time, it
changed and became soft and supple." The words he'd used to describe the
wine made her think of sex.  But then again, Ronan had that affect on
women. She leaned forward, puckering her lips.  "And you want me softer and
supple?" She batted an eyelash for extra effect.  Ronan smiled.  His eyes
sparkled.  "No.  I want you happier with you." She straightened.  Her
ex-husband had never wanted her happy with herself.  He seemed to want her
miserable.  Even when she got a job he made sure to remind her of her
chores.  "You'll only be required a small number of rules as are all those
who belong to me.  They are not the same for everyone though there is a
standard.  Are we clear?" She nodded and took another sip of her wine.  Did
she really want this?  "If you want to back out, I'll understand.  It'll
never be something I hold against you and I'll never judge you for it. 
You're still the same girl I went to high school with and the same person I
respect at the end of the day." Casey's breath caught in her throat.  He
was asking if she was certain, wasn't he?  He was giving her a choice, just
like he said he would.  Still, he could back out and end up just like her
ex had.  He could mistreat her.  "The choice is yours.  And I'll still love
you, little silent wolf." He offered a smile that spoke volumes.  He
reached across the table and touched her hand, fingers caressing her open
palm.  Flames flickered in his eyes.  A chill raced up her spine and down
again.  He'd called her the pet name she preferred.  That was sweet, right?
He couldn't be as bad as he claimed.  She'd said control was bad and had
hated being controlled.  "Remember what we talked about," he stroked her
wrist with the pad of his thumb.  "Control is only a tool.  In the right
hands, it can be a beautiful thing." His gaze resonated low in her belly,
making her thighs even damper.  She knew at this point she couldn't go back
to being boring old Casey.  But...  "I need an answer." His voice broke the
silence screaming in her head.  "Now?" She swallowed.  Setting a hand over
her forehead, she swore she'd broken out in a sweat.  Nope, dry as before.
Her hair was a mess, right?  It was heavy, down, she was suddenly hot.  He
didn't move.  "Yes.  I want this." She let the words spill from her mouth
so fast she hadn't been certain he'd understood.  His eyes lit up,
indicating he'd heard her.  Thank goddess someone had.  "Then your first
order is to go into the men's bathroom and into the stall.  Sit atop the
toilet and start pleasuring yourself." Air flew from her lungs so fast she
wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly.  "In the bathroom, masturbate?" She
whispered.  "Yes.  I won't repeat myself." His eyes narrowed into tiny
slits.  His cockiness seemed to shut down her smart ass tone.  Casey
inhaled a deep breath but let it out in a whoosh.  The words echoed loudly
in her head and she'd even looked around in hopes that nobody heard what
she'd been ordered to do.  "You've got one minute.  I suggest you get
moving, sweet girl." His hands rested together across the table from her.
He sat with his shoulders straight against the chair and his hair parted in
the center so that it fell partially over his eyes, darkening his features
in the already low lighting of the restaurant.  Casey focused on those
eyes, those menacing, yet dangerous eyes that said he might love her but he
might drag her back into that bathroom if she didn't motor.  Standing, she
excused herself and headed towards the men's room.  Damn!  It was all the
way in the back of the restaurant!  She felt as though every pair of eyes
were focused on her now.  Surely someone must have overheard Ronan's order
and told another patron.  A second glance at some of the patrons confirmed
her worst fears.  Nobody even looked at her.  She bumped into something
heavy and thick, spinning around to look at her waiter.  "I'm sorry," she
started to say but the waiter apologized first and let her pass,
uninterrupted.  Her dress irritated her breasts, making her nipples hard.
She couldn't wear a bra tonight, not with this dress but she was thankful
anyway.  The dress cradled her breasts perfectly.  Her hand trembling, she
opened the door and stepped inside.  The restroom was clean and had low
lighting that matched the rest of the décor in the restaurant.  The stall
beside the urinal was huge, black and complimented the dark stone tiles on
the floor and walls.  She passed the sink and went into the stall, locking
the door behind her.  Air grew thick as she turned around and perched
herself up on the toilet tank.  Masturbate for him.  Slowly, Casey spread
her legs and hiked her dress up.  The material grazed along her smooth
thighs, baring them to the low light.  It felt suddenly drafty in here
despite the fact that she wore stockings.  Tentatively, fingers smoothed
over hot skin.  She closed her eyes and leaned against the hard wall,
pretending it was her favorite fantasy lover.  Pretending it was not a
restaurant they were in.  Fingers from one hand circled around her thigh
and smoothed over the skin, tracing patterns up her leg.  The other slid up
her stomach to cup a breast.  In her mind, he was there, his hands wrapped
around her.  It was his fingers playing over her flesh, his hand cupping
her breast and pinching her nipples into tight little peaks.  She let her
head rest against the stone wall, still pretending it was her lovers' hard
shoulder.  Of course other things would be hard about him too.  That one
thing she loved the most would be hard and pressed against her rounded
backside, cradled between her ass cheeks.  Her dress slid higher up her
thigh until her fingers found her mound, soft and wet.  She dipped two
fingers in, slowly at first.  Inch by inch, she slid her fingers inside
herself until she'd worked them up to the last knuckle.  She was wet,
definitely wet.  Squishy wet.  Again, her lover cupped her breast, rolling
her nipple between thumb and forefinger while his other hand worked her
smooth pussy slowly.  Achingly slowly.  Casey arched her hips, spreading
her legs farther apart as the dress rode higher up.  Her bare bottom rested
on the tank now and was cold.  Sensation shot through her at the change in
temperature that had nothing to do with the coldness as her fingers plunged
in deeper and her thumb brushed against her swollen clit.  Her head slammed
back against the wall and she sighed, parting her lips while her tongue
licked her bottom lip.  Fingers worked in and out, in and out, slowly.  A
coil formed low in her belly that spread outward.  Pleasure built inside
her until her fingers were pumping in and out, thrusting harder, faster. 
Her hand pinched her nipples, bringing her breasts to her mouth for her to
lick.  Contact from her tongue sent pleasure rolling from her nipple to her
pussy in a wave that spiraled through her as her pussy grew creamier.  She
fought the urge to clamp her legs around her hand when the door to the
bathroom opened and shut with a click.  A moan escaped her lips as she
yanked her hand from her pussy and covered her mouth, smelling her heady
scent on her fingers.  Water flowed loudly from the sink not more than two
feet from her.  She wondered if the stranger could hear her.  Wondered if
he had any clue as to what she was doing.  "Continue, little slut." The
commanding voice spoke with confidence that could only be Ronan's.  She let
out a breath she'd been holding at the sound of Ronan's voice.  Her heart
stopped pounding in her chest long enough for her to slide her hand down
the length of her belly and settle those slicked up fingers back inside her
pussy.  "In fact, this wine had dried my throat out.  I should like to
taste your fingers." She started working her fingers in when the door
opened and Ronan stood before her, hair slicked back.  His mouth formed an
O as his lips puckered and he blocked the opening.  Nerves were on fire
now. She wanted to come, wanted the audience but Ronan had never seen her
naked.  She must look like a mess.  Slowly she started to cover herself and
close her thighs.  "Too late," he lunged forward and held her thighs open.
"Fuck yourself for me." His voice remained calm, yet the wave of aggression
still hinted at how much control he'd have of her now.  Strands of hair
fell over his shoulder.  Casey relaxed her legs again though the heat from
his hands began to make her burn.  Or was that from her activity?  It
didn't matter.  Her fingers plunged in faster, harder and deeper, her thumb
circling her clit harder with each thrust until she was moaning.  Biting
her lip to keep from being overheard, Casey let out each breath through
gritted teeth until she felt a pair of lips latch onto her inner thigh and
nibble.  Her mouth opened, a moan escaped as she bucked her hips wildly
into her pumping hand.  She came hard, the coil inside her bursting in a
straight line that had her body tensing, her breasts heaving and her breath
coming in gasps as she came.  The feeling of warmth and ecstasy filled her
as sensation surrounded her.  She sank her bottom against the tank and
relaxed her shoulders against the wall.  Her hair had become a mess but she
didn't care.  A smile curved her mouth upwards and her eyes closed
partially.  Ronan stood before her, smiling at her handiwork.  "Beautiful.
Just an absolute delight.  Give me your hand." Casey started to fix
clothing but he swatted her hand away.  "I did not say you could fix
yourself.  I want to see all of you when I want, not you." He growled.  The
tone in his voice reverberated through her in a low rumble that somehow
made her wetter even after coming.  She extended the hand she'd fucked
herself with to him.  He'd taken it in his, straightening her fingers. 
Instantly, his mouth surrounded her digits.  Heat encircled her fingers as
his lips locked around them and suckled.  His tongue worked up and down and
over, wiping clean her juices from her hand.  When he'd finished, he pulled
them out of his mouth with a loud pop and smiled.  "You take orders slowly,
but that'll change with time." Her body burned beneath his intense stare.
In that second, Ronan stepped fully into the stall and closed the door
behind him.  The bathroom door outside the stall opened and Casey froze,
her mouth hanging open.  Footsteps clicked against the tile before a zipper
was heard sliding down.  Casey looked straight at Ronan and his hands
traveling down the length of his body until they'd reached his zipper.  His
mouth opened and pressed against hers while his other hand grabbed her
breast and tugged her nipple, hard.  "Ouch!" She moaned into the kiss,
muffled by his lips over hers.  He tasted sweet, intoxicating.  His tongue
thrust past her lips in a rush of sensation that had her arching her body
into his hand, despite the sharp pain that bit into her flesh from his
fingernails scraping against her skin.  Her pussy grew wet, felt the thick
head of his cock brush her entrance.  Excitement and fear ran through her
at the thought of being fucked in a public bathroom by a man she was now to
call master.  A free hand dug into her hips, pulling her forward.  Breaking
from the kiss, Casey scooted her ass closer to the edge of the tank and
felt his hard length slide into her slowly.  The head of his cock slipped
past her outer lips.  Casey gasped.  Heard water running, felt a mouth on
her chin, whiskers nuzzling her neck.  Her eyes closed and she felt the
prickle of tiny hairs from his five o'clock shadow against her chest as a
tongue flicked over a sensitive nipple.  She arched harder into him,
wrapping her hands around the back of his head even as she tried to stifle
another moan.  His cock slid into her with a quickness that tore a gasp
from her mouth.  Deep male laughter echoed throughout the bathroom before
the urinal just two feet from her flushed and water from the sink ran.  Her
eyes opened and drifted towards her spread legs to see Ronan's cock sliding
out ever so slowly.  Her heart thudded loudly in her ears, pounding loud
enough for the stranger next to them to hear.  But Ronan was thick, his
massive head slicked with her juices and his.  She wanted him in her again,
desperate to feel stuffed again.  Their eyes met.  Heat filled his eyes in
a smoldering, passionate look that told her just what he'd planned to do
with her legs spread and her dress half off her.  Ronan lowered his head
and laved her nipple, taking it between his teeth and tugging, pulling a
groan from her.  Casey clenched her pussy muscles around his cock, giving
him a good squeeze.  Ronan moaned in pleasure before driving himself all
the way into her.  "You're so hot, so wet," he murmured against her mouth.
She nodded.  The bathroom door clicked, signaling that they were now alone
again.  Her heart stopped beating for a moment.  His mouth nibbled hers,
nipping the corner of her lips before flicking a tongue out to swipe over
her bottom lip.  Casey ran her hands down the length of his broad
shoulders. Desperate to feel more of him, she reached for the front of his
shirt and began fiddling with the top button only to have her hand swatted
away.  "No," he growled and pumped himself into her harder.  "Why?" She
cried out.  "You didn't ask permission." He ground his cock inside her,
driving harder, faster against her until she'd felt that coil wind up and
the damn burst; orgasm had hit her again.  Shoving her head back, her hips
forward, she took him stroke for stroke until he'd pounded himself into her
so hard she knew she'd be sore in the morning.  Clenching his teeth, Ronan
bit into the nape of her neck and growled in release, his seed spurting
deep inside her, filling her.  Panting, a handkerchief thrust into her
mouth.  Casey bit down and cried harder, her voice a muffled sound as Ronan
pumped himself deep inside her continuously, shooting more of his seed deep
into her wanton, hungry pussy before stopping and pulling out.  Her breath
slowed, her breasts heaving up and down while her skin remained flushed. 
He looked at her, smiled and zipped himself up.  "You are not to clean up.
I only want you to straighten your dress and walk out of here, two minutes
after I leave.  I will be in the parking lot to take you to your new home."
Protest lingered on her lips but Ronan held up a hand before dismissing
himself.  He washed up and left the bathroom, presumably to pay the bill
and ready the car.  Casey sat on the tank, stunned.  Her jaw dropped at the
experience she'd just had but the memory of being fucked like this felt so
damn good.  The throbbing that had been building in her all night had
finally subsided to a dull roar though.  But she was supposed to walk out
of the restroom with cum dripping down her thighs?  Was he serious?