Ma’am and Bear Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Ma’am and Bear Ch. 01 by GranBear,GranBear
Chapter 1

Their last meeting had been in her office, and much legal groundwork had been covered. He was impressed by her decisive behavior and the assertiveness with which she faced challenges. She did not take prisoners, nor tolerate fools. In truth, if he looked deep within himself, she was more than a little scary, and yet this just added to the unusual feeling of safety, she projected onto him.

After the meeting ran far over time, she had invited him to dinner, reassuring him, that these were chargeable hours, and he was paying for it through the nose.

He sighed, paying and led by the nose, he internally acknowledged, but in saying that, there was no complaint.

The work she had completed was very good, and no further follow-ups were needed. This was a personal minus, in a sea of professional pluses, and as such acceptable, but only just. Looking forward, he had hoped, they could move to a more personal footing, but given his inner nature, she would have to ask.

The dinner was exquisite but when they left the restaurant together and got outside, she hailed a taxi. She noticed the look of surprise on his face.

“Oh don’t worry,” she said, “we will meet again soon.”

The taxi pulled up and she gracefully slid in, and he was sure, she deliberately let one high heel slip off her foot. As he bent down to pick it up and placed it back on her foot, she murmured,

“Oh yes, on your knees, just the way I like it, and yes, I will be calling you soon.”

She then closed the taxi’s door and instructed the cabby to drive off.

Standing there bemused, he just shook his head and murmured, “Gone” a few times and then walked back to his car.

She had taken his business card earlier, and as such, he was left living in the hope, that she would call.

It was one of those positions that he disliked intensely. Being stripped of his power. It irked him but he waited for the call all week, expectant yet uncomfortable, in a state of helplessness, yet at the same time impressed. He knew not to call her. It was his place to wait.

As a consequence, he had not been apart from his phone these seven days. It started as a nice expectation but as the days progressed it moved towards addiction. His need to talk to her again, just grew, to be outside of his comfort and control.

Her week had flown by between business and professional commitments, and now the weekend was approaching. She would call him, but only when she knew there was time enough for circumstance to give her what she saw a glimpse of at dinner. Did she even eat? She was unsure and this amused her greatly. Sitting at the table she had been so aroused by her desire to put him in his place, it had taken her by surprise. His business card was tacked to the vanity mirror on her makeup table, and every morning she saw his name, and every morning it was a reminder of what she wanted.

She dialed the number on the card and silently dared him not to pick up quickly. Oh, she did want to make him pay. For what? At this point, it wasn’t clear and she had learned from the many sessions in therapy that she had a dark side that longed to be revealed. The phone rang in her ear, once, twice, three times.

“Too bad, you missed your chance”. She had barely breathed out those words when the connection was made and she heard his voice and all within her was still.

Damn, he has an effect she told herself. But only on my terms, she reinforced, to her softer side.

“Hello, do you remember me?”

His easy laugh seemed slightly forced and there was a longish pause after

“Hello back” before he said “How lovely of you to call.”

She smiled at the sound of his laugh, knowing she affected him as well, and then made her invitation.

“I enjoyed dinner last weekend immensely and would like to pick up where we left off. You drive a lovely car and it would be good of you to pick me up in it. Say? Tomorrow night? 5:00 pm.”

Her questions are more like statements and within them, hinted at smiles. These hints silently dared him to notice. She is enjoying this game, and is prepared to wait for his answer was his easy deduction.

He recognises his negotiating position is weakening by the minute but he was past trying to keep up. He knows when he is behind and smiles, and he accepts, he likes this, perhaps a little more than he should.

“Your offer is too good to refuse.” He replies “I feel like putty in your hands and as such, accept your terms and conditions. As I have said before, you have had me since hello.”

His words further instilled in her a power she was growing to accept and embrace.

“Putty in my hands you say? Oh Bear, do you mind if I call you Bear, good then. Yes to putty and being in my hands Bear? Oh you have no idea.”

Her deep laugh spilled out from the phone as she disconnected the call.

Oh dear he had it bad and her laugh, oh my God, the chills that raced through him were epic.

Oh, I have no idea, but oh I want to find out. Oh yes, please. All these years of being in control being the mover. Oh, to meet his match and then some, held such a deep fulfillment, that it scared him.