We climbed the stairs and the host seated us in the skybox. Almost immediately, a pretty server approached the table to take our drink order. James ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon, a bottle of Patron tequila, and three bottles of water.
It was one of the most amazing nights of my life. Gianna and I hit the floor and danced to several songs, bumping and grinding seductively against each other while occasionally making out a bit. When we needed a break, we’d return to the booth and laugh and joke with James. He was in such a great mood after concluding the business of hiring a chef. It was so nice to listen to him laugh and joke with us and see him so relaxed and happy.
After spending fifteen or twenty minutes with James, we’d return to the dance floor again. While I was dancing with Gianna, I’d sporadically look up into the skybox and peer into James’ haunting blue eyes as he kept constant surveillance over us as we danced. It’s a difficult feeling to describe, but just having James there with us and watching over us gave me a feeling of contentment.
The more that Gianna and I drank, the more risqué our dancing became. Light touching turned into full-on gropes and subtle kisses transmogrified into lingering make-out sessions, bumping and grinding on the dance floor. I have to admit that it got me hot seeing and feeling the numerous eyes on us, that outwardly I pretended to be oblivious to, as we put on our little public display.
It was approaching 1 a.m. and I could tell that Gianna was slowing down and starting to get drowsy. We were both pretty buzzed from the alcohol and I couldn’t blame her for being worn out since she worked a full eight-hour shift at the restaurant. After dancing for several songs, Gianna and I returned to James at the table in our skybox.
“Gianna, it looks like you are getting tired,” James said.
“I am, it’s been a long day,” she replied.
He smiled sympathetically, “We had better get you home.”
We left the club and drove silently towards my apartment, so we could drop Gianna off. I was so proud of James, he didn’t bring up Gianna staying with us and he acted like a perfect gentleman the entire night. It was truly one of the best nights of my life. I had spent the evening with the two people that I was crazy about, we had eaten amazing food, drank, and danced in one of the most popular clubs in Las Vegas. The perfect end to my magical evening was when I kissed Gianna outside my apartment building and watched her walk towards the elevator. While James pulled the Escalade away from the curb and we headed back to our suite at the Bellagio, I started to reflect on the only negative incident that occurred.
This damn yellow scrunch dress. Why the hell did James make me wear it? I was reluctant to broach the subject with him, and perhaps it was the alcohol that gave me the courage.
“Can I ask you something?” I said hesitantly.
“Of course, you can Melanie,” James said, keeping his eyes on the road as we headed back to the Bellagio.
“Why did you choose this dress for me to wear tonight?”
“Did you not like it?”
“It’s a beautiful dress, it’s not that but…..”
James cut me off.
“You wore something very similar to it last evening,” he said, a slight smile curling on the edges of his lips.
“We went to a trendy Gastropub and then a strip club when I wore that lace corset dress James, not an elegant Italian restaurant.
“What you chose for me to wear this evening was exceptionally inappropriate,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm and even.
“How did you feel when those old women looked at you while we were walking through my restaurant?” he said, taking his eyes off of the road for the first time since we’d begun this conversation and looking directly into mine.
“I felt mortified,” I said, looking down, feeling deeply embarrassed at my admission.
“You have a beautiful body Melanie, you work out, and you take care of yourself, why would you feel mortified because of that?” he said teasingly.
I could feel myself start to seethe in anger. His condescending tone spoke volumes, he wasn’t taking me seriously.
“It has nothing to do with how much I work out James. I’m concerned with wearing appropriate clothing for a given situation,” I said, the anger rising slightly in my voice.
He looked at me with a gleam in his eyes; I could tell he was enjoying our little verbal exchange.
“The situations I put you in Melanie and how you dress for those situations will be left entirely to my discretion, do you understand that?” he said curtly.
“Yes I do,” I said quietly.
“Good,” he said, which ended the conversation.
We drove silently for a few minutes. Dressing inappropriately was going to be something that I’d just have to deal with if I was going to be with him. I mentally added it to the list of things that he obviously needed from me that I just had to be willing to accept.
We continued to drive silently down the Las Vegas strip. Even though it was the middle of the night, thousands of people strolled the sidewalks traveling from casino to casino, and as I played the events of the evening back in my mind, one question still lingered.
“Why did you ask Gianna to dine with us?” I said, breaking the silence.
“I told you earlier, I needed her help in choosing an executive chef,” he said, in a playful tone.
He was still toying with me. I knew that James owned fourteen Italian restaurants and he had probably hired dozens of Italian chefs throughout the years. Additionally, he had told me before that he had traveled to Italy several times so he could sample genuine Italian food, so I knew he didn’t need Gianna’s help figuring out what authentic Italian cuisine was.
I shot him a disgusted look and turned my head forward. It was obvious that I wasn’t going to get a straight answer from him tonight about anything.
He gently rubbed my thigh sending shivers throughout my entire body.
“I wanted to learn more about the woman you fell for,” he said softly. “Parts of you are an open book, and other parts of you are still a mystery to me.”
I could feel myself blushing. I would have told him anything he would have wanted to know about Gianna, but that wouldn’t have been enough. He had to meet her and find out what she was like for himself, he had to have that control. It always came back to control.
“I loved watching you interact with Gianna. How you talked with her, how you danced with her. It was nothing like how you acted with Flame, ummm… Megyn. There was a sexual passion with Megyn, but there wasn’t the romantic passion I saw tonight. It gave me more insight into what you are like around the people you love.”
It felt as if my life was a Petri dish that James could put under a microscope for his perusal. He had done so much for me financially; did that give him the right to peer into the intimate details of my life like this? Instead of that negative perspective, I chose to put a positive spin on it: He cared about me, at least on some level, and wanted to know more of what I was like.
I watched as James used the keycard to open door to our suite. I had slept in so late, I still felt wide awake. Dancing with Gianna all night had got me very worked up and I couldn’t wait to be with James so I could get some sexual release to all of this pent up frustration I was feeling.
“Get ready for bed; I’ll be in there in a few minutes,” he said, as he trailed soft, hot kisses down my cheek and neck.
He broke that soft, romantic, lingering kiss as we separated and James went into his bathroom and I went into the walk-in closet to pick out some lingerie. After rummaging around for a few minutes, I decided on a light blue, babydoll, silk nightie. It had intricately designed lace cups and matching see through thong lace panties.
I walked into the bathroom and began brushing my teeth and hair. I then scrubbed my face, removing the makeup that I had put on earlier that day. I took a final look in the mirror and once I was satisfied with my appearance, I undressed, taking off the now infamous yellow scrunch dress. Just as I was about to put on the sexy lingerie I had picked out, I noticed movement at the bathroom door in my peripheral vision. I wasn’t sure how long James had been watching me, and I turned to face him. He was wearing only a pair of dark blue, boxer shorts.
“You won’t need to wear that tonight Melanie.”
I gave him a puzzled look; he always loved it when I wore sexy lingerie like this. His expression was calm and even as he silently extended his hand. I couldn’t place it, but somehow his mood had changed and he somehow seemed darker, more ominous.
We walked silently, hand in hand, into the master bedroom. At first glance, nothing was different; the giant four post oak bed was still in the middle of the room, the upper posts extending nearly to the ceiling. Then my jaw dropped as I noticed the cable ties hanging down from each upper post. Instinctively, I looked down at the floor and noticed two more cables attached to the bottom posts with thick, Velcro bindings affixed to each end of the four cables. My stomach instantly felt sick.
“Oh God, James no I… I…”
“Melanie,” he said calmly, “do you trust me?” his hand squeezing mine reassuringly.
I could feel myself start to gently tremble.
“Yes James, I do,” I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Good, now relax.”
I took a deep breath, desperately willing my body to calm down with every ounce of strength I had. He took a step, pulling me with him as we walked forward towards the bed, and once we reached it, he turned me around to face him. I felt the back of my thighs touch the mattress as I faced away from the foot of the bed. He reached into the back of the elastic waistband of his boxers and produced a black blindfold.
“I want you to concentrate on the sound of my voice,” he said softly.
My world went black as he secured the blindfold to my head, covering my eyes. A nanosecond before my world went dark, I noticed a cluster of various sexual devices on the table at the foot of the bed; unfortunately, I didn’t have time to see exactly what they were.
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