King (28 page)

The
‘Michaela’ looked fabulous and I absolutely adored it, glad I had brought my
overnight bag as I got myself ready in the bathroom and pleased with the
finished effort. He hadn’t just got me the dress, he had also provided the
underwear and shoes to go with it and the thought of the effort he’d put in,
made my heart flutter. Tonight, I was still Charlotte, but tonight was a date.
This was different and I mulled over Sasha’s advice in my brain about him not
taking too much control outside the bedroom. The work and sex dynamic was
simple. At work I was Smith, in the bedroom I was Charlotte and never the twain
shall meet. A date was slightly more complex, so I’d play it by ear, smiling as
I revealed my look to Jason who raked an appreciative gaze over me before
pulling me tightly against him. “You look absolutely beautiful” he smiled,
gazing into my eyes and the feeling was utterly mutual. He had changed into
dark designer jeans, slung low on his hips and a black Armani shirt. It looked
breathtaking against his black hair, blue eyes dazzling brighter than the
platinum and diamond cufflinks that finished off his shirt. “So do you” I
smiled, not used to seeing him in anything other than a
suit,
or nothing at all, and both were delicious.

He
held my hand as we walked into Vibe and even for a Tuesday evening, the place
was buzzing with people and ridiculously busy. The manager greeted him
personally, showing us to a table at the back of the restaurant onto a raised
area clearly reserved for the VIP clientele. He caught the attention of
everyone in the room, and I was slightly taken aback at the number of envious
glances I received from the female diners and those stood waiting at the bar. I
wasn’t sure if it was for the dress, Tristan Wrights most famous creation, or
the fact that I had the undivided attention and adoration of Jason King, and I
suspected it was probably the latter. Either way, it was heady and intoxicating
and I was walking on air. “Have you been here before?” he smiled, pulling out
my chair for me to sit?” “No Jason, I’ve tried a few times, but I could never get
in. Waiting six months for a table at a restaurant is a bit over the top” I
grinned, settling into my seat and taking in the wonderful surroundings. “Have
you had your reservation long?” I smiled as he grinned broadly, looking at his
watch, a beautiful piece, with a black strap and thick gold rimmed face and I
knew instinctively that it was an incredible piece of jewellery. “About 3
hours” he laughed as I looked at him aghast. “Jesus King, you must have a
pretty solid reputation to secure a table here at three hours notice” I laughed
as he winked at me. “I thought only famous people could do that” I smiled as he
raised his eyebrows. “What makes you think I’m not?” he grinned broadly,
clearly enjoying my astonishment.

“That’s
a nice watch, it’s beautifully made. Looks expensive” I smiled, running my
fingers over his hand and up to the stunning timepiece that adorned his wrist.
“It is” he smiled and I could tell from his face that he was incredibly proud
of it. “Who made it?” I asked
,
desperate to know exactly
how much a man with a twelve million pound yacht thinks is acceptable to pay
for a watch, just in case I wanted to buy him a gift one day. I needed to make
sure I was in the right ball park. “It’s a sky moon
tourbillon
,
made by
Patek
Phillipe
” he
smiled, and I knew instantly having heard the name of the world renowned Swiss
based company before, that this was one of the most expensive watches in the
world.

 
“I thought you’d wear a Rolex since you do
their marketing” I smiled as he smiled back. “I did, that day” he grinned “but
this is my favourite” he said removing it and giving me a closer look and I
couldn’t help but admire the reverse side display of stars motion, moons orbit
and moons phases. “Wow, it’s really impressive” and despite the fact that I knew
socially my question would be considered uncouth, I was desperate to know. “Go
on then, how much does a little gem like that set you back?” I smiled as he
monitored me closely, dazzling blue eyes sparkling with humour and his ensuing
grin broad and infectious, making my stomach do a little flip and my heart
flutter wildly. “Just over one” he laughed as my brain processed the options.
It couldn’t be a grand, and I was slack jawed and staring at him.
“A hundred thousand?”
I gasped as he laughed gently, shaking
his head. So maybe a grand after all, I decided, thinking he had got himself an
absolute bargain.

“Just
over a million” and now I was definitely slack jawed. “For a fucking watch” I
blurted out way too loudly, drawing the attention of the other diners much to
the amusement of Jason King as I clasped my hands over my mouth, partly to shut
myself up and partly in shock. “I only wondered in case I ever want to buy you
a gift, but I can tell you now, it’s unlikely to be a watch” I laughed
eventually, still completely gobsmacked and unable to get my head around the
thought. “Maybe I’ll stick with cufflinks or something” I laughed as he flashed
me the beautiful platinum and diamonds on the cuffs of his shirt as I shook my
head laughing gently. “I don’t even want to know Jason”.

 
“You do realise that your wrists are currently
worth more money than most people, including me, will ever see in their
lifetime”. He nodded, winking. “I’m very particular” he smiled. “They are
really stunning?” I smiled back as he grinned at me, ordering champagne from
the waiter and taking my hands in his, over the table. “So are you” he said
simply as my heart melted, and despite the fact that we were in a crowded
restaurant, I just wanted to be in his arms, grateful for the distraction of
the waiter who appeared with the champagne and to take our order, preventing me
from making an utter fool of myself and letting Jason know exactly how I felt.
I needed to slow down and be a bit more guarded. Aside from the Chinese
takeaway which didn’t really count, and the BDSM party which was what I’d
agreed to anyway, it was our first proper date, and we’d been together like
this for less than a week. Jesus, I muttered inwardly, what the hell is wrong
with you?

“Do
you mind if I order for you?” he smiled as I shook my head. He took charge
everywhere else so why not now? We both knew when it came to food that I wasn’t
exactly fussy. It was caviar followed by lobster which apparently was their
signature dish and the best in London. “I won’t give you too much, I
rang
ahead and they are preparing a special platter of all
their desserts that I thought you’d like” he grinned as tears suddenly glazed
my eyes in a spontaneous show of joy. “What is it?” he asked quickly, frowning
as he stared at me, utterly puzzled and totally confused. I shook my head,
swallowing
hard,
the emotion was just as unexpected
for me. “I’m just a bit overwhelmed with everything you’ve done tonight” I
tried to smile and force them back as a single tear escaped from the side of my
eye as I wiped it away.

 
“Shit, sorry Charlotte” he said seriously, his
low voice laced with affection. “Don’t be, it’s wonderful. I just never thought
you’d be this nice Jason” I said honestly gazing at the table. “Why not?” he
said, taking my hands and forcing me to meet his gaze and I couldn’t stop the
small giggle that escaped as I flushed a tender shade of pink. “It can’t come
as too much of a shock that I thought you were an arrogant prick. I held that
view for a long time and I’ve only recently changed my mind. It’s taking some
getting used to, that’s all” I said smiling gently as he laughed out loud. “But
I always wanted you Smith” he grinned, winking at me and I didn’t believe him
for one second and voiced my response before I could edit it. “No you didn’t
King, I offered you the chance to fuck my frustration away and I think you only
did it because I was a challenge and I hated you” I said firmly. I had dropped
Charlotte, and Smith was definitely taking over now.

He
shook his head, staring at me as if I were insane. “You’re wrong. When you
first started at Grayson, you came in the wine bar. It was your second day and
you were wearing a bright red dress and the most gorgeous smile, looking
utterly beautiful. I asked Ian Anderson if you were single” he gazed at me as I
gasped in shock. I remembered the day and he was right about the dress, as my
stomach erupted in a flurry of butterflies at the admission. “He told me you
lived with someone so I stayed away, I’m not a home wrecker” he smiled as I
shook my head. “Anderson was lying. He tried to get me in the sack that night.
When I knocked him back, he turned on me” I said honestly, a brief flicker of
anger marring his beautiful features for an instant until the incredible smile
was back. “You were worth waiting for though” he grinned and I couldn’t help
the most radiant smile back as we tucked into our caviar and lobster and the
waiter delivered the most sumptuous array of desserts, that apparently I would
be enjoying all on my own. “I can’t believe you don’t eat desserts” I grinned
at him “you don’t know what you’re missing” I laughed, holding out my fork with
a delicious mouthful of blueberry cheesecake as he shook his head at the offer.
“I know exactly what I’m missing. Believe you me, I’ve eaten enough dessert in
my youth to last me a lifetime” he laughed as I looked at him puzzled. “It’s a
long story” he grinned and I wondered if Jason had an early sweet tooth, like
my chubby little school friend
Franny
Hall. It caused
her some problems in her teenage years and I knew he would tell his tale if he
wanted to. The night was so wonderful and I didn’t want to spoil it, so I left
it there, although it was impossible to imagine Jason King as anything other
than the perfect, ripped specimen that sat before me now.

“Tell
me about your family” I smiled as he glanced at me, looking momentarily
worried. “I’ve got a mother and father and a baby sister. We had a really good
childhood and are still very close. They’ve always been loving and supportive
and my biggest advocates” he smiled as I smiled back. “You’re lucky and I bet
you played on that blue eyed boy thing a whole heap growing up” I grinned as he
grinned back winking. “You use what you’ve got” he laughed, as I pictured Jason
King as a cheeky little rascal, getting away with blue murder and smiling
sweetly with absolutely everyone adoring him. “I bet you’ve always been
gorgeous” I laughed as he shrugged nonchalantly. That was a yes then, and I
couldn’t disguise my happiness as he paid the extortionate bill and we left to
his waiting car, and the comfort of his home.

He
undressed me, slipping off the Michaela, gently and tenderly, taking his time
running firm hands all over me and carrying me to the bed. It was supremely
romantic and a sharp contrast to the ropes of earlier as he made love to me
slowly and expertly, taking me to the depths of ecstasy before filling me with
pure liquid heat. The night had been completely overwhelming in the most
wonderful ways and it was hard to disguise my happiness.

“I
need to stay with you tonight Jason” I said, laying beside him, as he studied
me intently, frowning slightly. I smiled at him, no doubt he was expecting
another discussion about the sleeping arrangements but we’d already had it and
I understood his point. “Don’t worry, I’m not asking to sleep with you, but you
did say once if I wanted to be close, I could sleep on the floor”. It was far
from an ideal situation and definitely demeaning, but then that was the whole
point of it. It reinforced the Dom/sub line and that’s what I’d signed up for.
I wasn’t asking to be his girlfriend, despite our date. As far as I could see,
this relationship came with all the amazing benefits anyway. But I was brimming
with emotions after what we’d shared tonight, euphoric and hazy and just didn’t
want to be alone.

He
was still frowning.
“Really Charlotte?
Wouldn’t you
rather have the bed, it will be much more comfortable” and I couldn’t help but
laugh out loud. “You didn’t seem to be too concerned with my comfort at eight
or clock” I grinned, recalling the wicked anal sex as he’d bound me
mercilessly. He chuckled, pulling me against him. “I just want to be near you
tonight and I’m happy to go along with your rules”. “Fine” he smirked moving to
retrieve a spare blanket from the chest of drawers and throwing me a pillow. I
settled on the floor, thankful that the thick plush carpet was much more
comfortable than I’d anticipated, and stared at the ceiling as he clicked off
the lights remotely, trying to reconcile my logical brain that was letting me
know, in no uncertain terms that this was much more demeaning than I’d ever
imagined.

Chapter
14

‘Jason
King has you sleeping on the floor like some kind of pet, my inner ‘Smith’
screamed. She’d been allowed out at the restaurant and wasn’t too keen to get
back in her box. My new found inner sub however, retorted quickly and fiercely.
She was a new voice, which only complicated my thoughts even further and
surprisingly, she was one feisty bitch. ‘That’s the whole point of being a sub
and you’re not complaining through all the fucking amazing orgasms. Nothing is
perfect, so shut up and go to sleep’. I couldn’t help the small sigh that
escaped my lips as my conscience raged with itself over this strange situation
as I noticed the familiar, gorgeous face, peering down over the side of the bed
and regarding me carefully in the thin sliver of moonlight seeping through the
barely open golden curtains.

“Are
you Ok?” he said gently. “Yes” I smiled up at him and it wasn’t a total lie.
“Tell me what you’re thinking Charlotte”. His tone was soft, not demanding but
I knew communication was the key to this whole thing so I opened up. “Part of
me thinks it’s really demeaning being forced to sleep on the floor after what
we’ve just shared, like I’m some kind of pet and not good enough to be in your
bed” and his sigh was audible. “But the other part of me totally gets it Jason.
Sleeping together is what I’d do if I were your girlfriend and that’s not what
we’ve got going on here. I’ve signed up to be your sub which involves doing
some things I’d normally find humiliating, and pushing those boundaries for
intense rewards. And believe you me I find the rewards worth it.” I laughed
gently. “I like being someone different in the bedroom, it’s utterly
intoxicating with you and if I have to sleep on the floor because I want to be
near you, then that’s OK. I can sleep in a bed, but then you’ll be in a
different room and I don’t want that tonight, so it’s my choice”. I could see
he was nodding slowly and his voice was low and laced with confusion. “It’s
weird for me too” he said eventually, moving his beautiful head back onto his
pillow and we fell into silence.