The Introduction Ch. 03

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The music stops, the people stop, the room stops. Her tongue captures my mouth and swirls around my tongue. I am holding her tightly to me. Our kiss deepens and I take charge now, my tongue in her mouth, my lips pressing hers. I pull her closer and grind my pelvis against her.

She is the first to release. Claudette's eyes are wide. Before we can say anything, her daughter comes up to us. She is holding the hand of a lanky black guy with close-cropped hair. "Mom, wow, you and Mitchell." She says. Claudette's composure is back and she says to Ashley. 'Mitchell and I are becoming friends. Who is your new friend?"

Ashley laughs, "Old friend. This is Michael; we went to high school together. You know his mom, Daphne."

"Oh yes, I can barely hear you. Let's go back upstairs where it is quieter." She starts to go, then turns back, "Mitch, are you coming?"

I wish I think but say, "Not yet, I'm looking for my date." I see Natalie dancing with a very handsome young man who is a client. I watch her. She's having fun so I decide to go back up with Claudette.

Claudette is sitting talking with her daughter and her friend. She has a drink in her hand. I sit down not far from her so I can watch her and she pats the spot next to her. Getting up I cross towards her and sit down. Claudette links her arm in mine and lays her head on my shoulder.

A server asks me if I want a drink, I nod and order a scotch on the rocks. I need a good stiff drink. My mind is a whirl with thoughts. Also how old is this woman?

Claudette gives permission for Ashley to hang out until three with her friend who promises to get her home. It is now 1:30. Claudette whispers to me. "I'm leaving in a few minutes. Maybe we can have dinner soon."

"How about tomorrow?" I say. She shakes her head. "I'll be back in Connecticut, then I'm leaving for London for my salon opening. I'll be back in three weeks."

"Why did you kiss me?" I ask.

Claudette smiles sweetly at me, "Because you wanted me to. You want me to be one of your little playthings, but that will never happen Mitchell. I'm not that girl. I'm a woman, a grown woman, a grown black woman. I know you want me and I want you, but on my terms just as you want me on yours. We are at an impasse. You can't stop thinking about me and I know I can't stop thinking about you. What shall we do? Think about me while I'm gone and maybe we can play." She stands and so do I. She kisses my cheek and leans close to me, "I want you on your knees licking my pussy. I want to spank you, flog you and whip you. I want to put my tattoo on your ass and collar you. I want you by my side, but I don't think you are ready for me."

Without giving me, a chance to respond Claudette walks away and leaves.

I am standing there stunned. Who does she think she is? I am not looking for a Domme. I am not that guy. She will kneel to me. I will spank her, flog her, and whip her. Then, I will get rid of her. I will never be owned by any woman.

I am angry now and dismiss her from my mind. All this time I wanted her. What a waste of time and energy. But my dick starts to jump, that kiss, those soft lips.

So what, I argue with myself. I go down and get my date. "it's time to go now." Natalie raises an eyebrow as the man dancing with her looks at me. "My date." I say to him and take her hand. I stop to get her coat and help her on with it.

Natalie holds my arm and kisses my lips as we walk out into the night air and get in the limousine. All thoughts of Claudette fly out of my head as I make out with Natalie all the way home.

Once in my home I tie Natalie up. I have taken lessons in knot tying which started when I was a boy scout and continued as I studied sailing. Soon Natalie is just the way she and I like her restrained, gagged and completely at my mercy. She is tied to a table. I am standing behind her.

I have taken out a paddle and a cane. I start paddling. "SLAP', SLAP, SLAP. I am hitting her ass harder and harder and tears are streaming down Natalie's face. I look for our sign; a raised pinky which tells me I am going too far, but on her face beneath the tears is a smile.

"So you like that you little slut, well let's see how you like the cane." I say and Natalie looks with horror. She doesn't like the cane, but she likes the marks the cane leaves on her legs and buttocks. I clamp her nipples and begin. Each strike of the cane I think of Claudette tied like this and my whipping that brown skin with my cane.

I am whipping Natalie and seeing Claudette. The cane whistles in the air. I show no mercy and as I deliver how many, I don't know I see her pinky rise. I don't want to stop, but I must. Natalie is a pain slut but she has reached her limit. I give her one more hard and stop. I look at what I have done and I am revolted. I have drawn blood, something I never do.

Taking the gag from her mouth, I start to untie her. Natalie stops me. Choking and crying she says, "No, please let me suck your cock. Leave me like this. I deserve it. Master please."

My mind goes back to Claudette and again I see her bound and my marks across her body. I get on top of the padded table and grab Natalie's hair. Without any preamble, I pull her hair and take her mouth with my cock. I am fucking her mouth and pulling her long hair. She is gagging on my dick, but I don't care. She can barely breathe. I stop and let her have her way. She licks my dick from top to bottom. I lift her head and let her suck on my balls. She sucks them and licks them with her tongue, then back to my dick, she goes.

When Natalie gets to the head of my dick, her mouth forms a perfect O and she holds the head in her mouth vacuuming it and licking the pre cum. Her mouth is heaven and I'm now going to fuck the hell out of it.

Winding my hands in her hair, she knows what's coming as I push her down until she can't take anymore. I hold her there and bring the cane I still hold down hard on her ass. As she starts to scream, my dick goes past her throat and I cum. I cum hard seeing Claudette just like this.

Natalie is choking on my dick and I lift her up. She swallows and licks up her spillage. I pat her hair and kiss the top of her head. "Very good Nat." Climbing off the table, I untie her and scoop her up. I take her into the bathroom where I have run a bath which is now cool. Gently I place her into the tub. Natalie winces as her ass hits the water and I can see the pink stains of blood.

I massage her arms, legs and shoulders in the water. Natalie leans back onto the pillow in the tub. "Uhm, Mitch, that was exquisite."

"Nat, I'm sorry. I went a bit too far." I say. "No baby." She looks at me, then closes her eyes. "I know you drew blood, but this time there was something animalistic about the way you whipped me. It was as if you didn't care about my pleasure at all and it was surreal. I felt like I had astral projected. I could see you whipping me. I could feel how worked up you were." Natalie opened her eyes.

She grinned, "It's about that black woman isn't it?" I said nothing. Natalie had always been good about reading my moods. "Yep, she's gotten under my skin. She kissed me and it was like electric shock went to my body. She's been driving me crazy since I was introduced to her. I think about her all the time." I hang my head.

Natalie lifts her hand out of the water and lifts my chin. "Mitch, we've been friends for a long time. Why don't you just ask her out?"

"It's complicated. Tonight." I say and start washing Natalie. "She told me she was a Domme."

Natalie raises an eyebrow and laughs, "Ah ha, so the two of you are about control and dominance." Natalie really starts to laugh and I am getting annoyed. I squeeze her pussy lips under the water. She jumps. "I'm sorry Mitch, but you are always in control and maybe you've met your match." She looks up at me through her lashes, "Call her and take her out. Have dinner and talk to her about who you are and what you expect. Maybe the two of you can compromise."

Compromise, I roll the words around in my head. I am not good at compromise. I don't compromise which is why I am not married. Helping Natalie out the tub, I look at the damage I've done. Taking her into the bedroom, Natalie lies on her stomach; I use ointment on her legs and buttocks and then message her limbs so she won't be sore. She's spending the night and I plan to fuck her, but not just yet.

I know what she wants and whisper in her ear, "Are you sure?"

Natalie nods and answers me, "yes, I'm sure especially tonight because when you fuck me it's going to be spectacular. Think about that black bitch and how badly you want her."

I get the whip. Natalie is up on her knees as I begin to whip her back and legs. She turns around and I whip her breasts. She is in heat and when I hit her clit, she screams. Quickly rolling on a condom, I climb onto her body and thrust my dick all the way into her. I think about Claudette and I slam into Natalie. She whispers, "Yes, take me; show me that you are the one in control."

I do not see Natalie only Claudette and I slam into her over and over again. She pulls her legs up so I can get in deep. I grab her legs placing them around my neck and plow into her. I am fucking her with all my strength and her pussy tightens around my dick. I know I am going to cum but I hold back. I keep fucking into her rolling my hips. I am at the edge, but I manage to hold. Natalie is screaming my name and cumming all over my cock, but I still hold on. I do not want this to end. Finally, I reach the point of no return and I cum, throwing my head back and groaning.

I feel as if I'm cumming for hours. I am weak and lay on top of Natalie, who reaches up to stroke my hair. I realize that I want Claudette more now. I want to tame her.

Claudette finds that she cannot sleep. She wanders around her house. Ashley comes in and Claudette looks at her watch, it is 3:16. She hugs her daughter. "Can't sleep mom, thinking about Mitch?"

Claudette grins and kisses Ashley's cheek, "You aren't too old for me to spank you young lady."

Ashley chuckles, "In the playroom or over your lap?" Claudette swats her behind. "Enough sass. Did you have a nice time with Michael?"

"Yes, I did. He's a nice guy, but he isn't getting any of this." Ashley's hand sweeps down her body. "I'm waiting for someone who will treat me like a Queen. I'm looking for my King and it ain't Michael."

"I hear that." Claudette says. "You need to go to bed. We are leaving tomorrow for Connecticut. I want to spend a little time with you before you return to school."

"Are you coming to bed mom?" Ashley says kissing her mother's cheek.

"Not yet, I have a few things to think about and I need to make a phone call to the new salon. You go up to bed. I'll see you in the morning. Breakfast at 9 and we leave at 10:30." Claudette says and goes into her study.

She picks up the phone intending to phone London, but instead she dials my number.

"Hello?" I say sleepily. I look at the clock, who in the hell is calling at 3:25 a.m. Natalie is sound asleep beside me.

"Mitchell." The voice says. The voice does not ask, just says my name. It is Claudette.

"Claudette." I say.

"I'm sorry to awaken you, but you were on my mind. When I return from London we should have dinner alone at my house and talk about things." Her voice is low and soft. "I meant what I said to you. I want you to be by my side."

"Claudette, hold on." I say and gently get out of bed. The cordless phone in my hand, I leave the bedroom and go into the living room. Sitting on the couch I say, "I'm not a submissive. I have submissives. I won't be on my knees to you or anyone else."

She laughs, "Yes, you will eventually and you'll enjoy being there. You are a very strong man, but you and I both know that you want me. I am a very strong woman and I want you. I will do everything in my power to show you that you belong to me. We will be quite a team."

"Lady, you're crazy." I say. She's getting on my nerves. "I have a few things to do in the morning so I'll say goodnight."

Claudette sighs, "Dinner when I get back?" She asks.

"We will see." I say annoyed.

"Don't pout Mitchell. You are not a child. I'm sorry I called so late." Her voice was like honey, smooth, "I liked kissing you. Go back to that young thing in your bed. Also, I sent you a gift to give to Marvin. I'm sorry you lost your bet." She says and hangs up.

'How in the fuck did she know about that?" I say. I'm too wound up to get back into bed and go into the kitchen. I drink some grape juice and sit there thinking about this conversation. If Claudette Casey thinks she's going to turn me into her submissive, she's got another thing coming.

I sit for a few more minutes then return to bed and Natalie who is sound asleep. I lay there still annoyed then fall into a deep sleep. I dream of Claudette using the cane on me.

Sunday afternoon when I wake up Natalie and I have very good 'vanilla' sex. After we shower and dress we go out to a neighborhood diner for brunch.

After brunch, I put Natalie into a taxi and send her back uptown to her home. I have work to do and I want to get in a workout. At the gym with my trainer Nikolai, I workout for an hour and a half and then go for a swim. My body is lean, my abs tight. I take very good care of myself.

After my workout, I return home and get to work. It is eight and I haven't eaten dinner. I've been going over Claudette's portfolio. This is one very smart woman. I notice that she owns 1/3 stock in Morgan Winthrop's company. I can only imagine how she secured that.

She also owns a nice share of stock in a fortune 500 company called Steel Inc. which manufactures steel beams. Her own company CC Inc. is privately owned and doing very well. She's very wealthy and has invested wisely. I am impressed. My job is to make even better investments for her and make her the wealthiest woman on the planet that is her goal.

I have some ideas and I make a note. I'll speak to Robert on Monday and we'll set up a plan. There is a knock at my door and I open it to find my doorman with a box wrapped in silver foil. Removing the foil, I see it is the $5,000 bottle of champagne with a note.

Dearest Mitchell:

Please give this bottle to Marvin. Until you agree to be on your knees servicing me, you'll lose every bet. I want you to belong to me. I want you to be my last and permanent submissive. I want to take you to heights you've never known possible. I want you and I will get you. I always get what I want and I know you want me.

I will see you soon my pet and we can begin.

C.

I tear the note to shreds. What a bitch! She just thinks that I'll be her little pet. She'll be mine. It's on Ms. Claudette Casey and may the best dominant win!

That night in bed, I sleep like a rock and drift off thinking about caning Claudette.

In the morning, I walk into Marvin's office and give him the Champagne and an IOU for the Superbowl tickets. He laughs, "See I told you. She's a black woman of a certain age and she isn't going to fall for your nonsense. I looked her up on Wikipedia and I know she's 43. She's quite a looker. I hear she has a 19 year old. What's she like?"

I frown, "Frustrating as hell."

Marvin laughs, "That's a black woman for you. This is why I go the other way and date white chicks. They are pliable. No offense to my sista's but when I want to be put in check I go home to my mama. When I am ready to settle down though, I am marrying a black woman."

"Why is that?" I ask.

"Because," Marvin says standing and putting his arm around my shoulder, "A black woman's pussy is the sweetest thing. Because I want little black babies running around and because my mama would kill me if I brought some white woman into her house. I wish you good luck with Ms. Casey." He slaps me on the back, "thanks for the champagne. By the way, when are you seeing her again?"

"Why do you ask?" I say.

"Because I want to make another wager and I have something I really need?" Marvin says with a sly look on his face.

"And what is that?" I ask.

"I need a new car." He chuckles.

I just walk out, Marvin's laughter ringing in my ear. For the next three weeks, I am very busy with work. Stephanie Stone signs up as a client of mine as does her wife, Anna and her husband Brian. When Mrs. Stone walks in I want to pepper her with questions about Claudette, but I know that I can't. It would be unprofessional to say the least, but also I'm sure she would tell Claudette I've been asking about her that would give Claudette great pleasure.

I get my promotion and a substantial raise. My perks include travel in the private plane, a week at the company's villa in the Bahamas and a company car. I decline the company car and instead ask for a week at the company's apartment in London. I live in New York and don't need a car on a daily basis. My contract is signed and I am a happy man.

I haven't had sex in three weeks that is a record for me. Work has been nearly a 24-hour job. It's tax time and I have a great deal of work to do. I come home around midnight and leave at six thirty to walk to work by six forty-five. I am exhausted. I work on Saturdays from nine until four, go to the gym then eat dinner and work at home until I fall asleep.

Sunday is my only real day off, but even then I work at home. I will be glad when this is over. I haven't thought about Claudette, haven't thought about anyone.

I am at work finishing up the last of bit of work before we are closed for a three day weekend when my cell rings. Normally during working hours it would be on vibrate, but today I forgot. "Mitch here." I snap.

"Hello Mitchell, are you free for dinner tomorrow night. I know you have a three day weekend. I thought maybe we could have a lovely dinner at my house. " It was her and all the feelings I've been having came flooding back.

"I'm really busy. I'll have to get back to you." I couldn't even say her name.

"Please say yes. I have a few surprises planned." She purred.

"I'll call you later." I said and hung up. Damn it to hell. I tried to dismiss her from my mind, but I couldn't. It took Robert coming into the office asking for the report I was ¾ finished to bring me back to my senses.

I finished work. At five o'clock the office was closed. Food and drink was brought in and everyone celebrated. Bonuses were given out and mine was very substantial. We got bonuses for Christmas, but also in April because everyone worked their asses off. We were also given gifts. This year, the entire office from the janitor on up got an iPad. Most of the staff got a 32gb, but for me it was a 64gb. I had last year's model and would pass it on usually giving it to a teenager who didn't have one and buying a few more. I was a mentor to a young man named Evan and he would be the recipient of my last year iPad after it had been wiped clean. He was a great kid, a junior in high school and an B+ student who was willing to work hard and learn the business. He lived in the Douglas Housing Project on 103rd street and Columbus Avenue. I had been mentoring him since his freshmen year and I really liked this young boy.

He came every day after school and worked in the office doing whatever he was asked. Other VP's were mentors, and their mentees worked hard but Evan is the one that when he graduates high school, our firm will pay for his college and offer him a job when he graduates. This is a very hard working young man.

It was 8:30 and the party was going full swing. I was having my third glass of champagne when I saw her. What the hell was she doing here? Her daughter Ashley was with her. When Evan saw Ashley his jaw dropped. I leaned over to him, "She's way out of your league boy." I say and he drops his head. "She's beautiful. Is that her sister?" He says.