Epilogue

Weeks after the rendezvous, she asked, while laying in bed, “how did you know?”. He looked puzzled.

“Know what?”

With more softness and more sensuality, she asked again, “how did you know?”.

He smiled. “Ah, yes… that. I have watched you grow as a person. I’ve watched how you reacted to our love making as we tried different things. I realized I wasn’t delivering what you wanted the most. You wanted me to help you explore the one thing that modern society tells a woman she’s to resist at all cost.”

With some thought, it dawned on her. She never agreed to the concept of submission in any form. That was the missing piece to their relationship. Worse, she hadn’t celebrated his leadership as her man, her knight, her champion.

With a wave of heat rushing through her, she looked up deep into his eyes and said thank you and really meant it. He smiled knowingly. She understood the new paradigm.

There was still the matter of the assistant to resolve in her head. That woman no longer posed a threat. And that just didn’t make sense. Plus, to their surprise, the sessions grew in creativity and intensity. She was wanting more and he was listening and delivering precisely.

She had a plan in place. She had stocked up a few toys. She secretly hoped that he knew how to handle them. She wanted to learn all she could, as this was all too new and highly appealing. There would be time. They had a whole life time ahead of them. He was prepared and he knew she was finally ready. There would be more adventures in that room. That was for sure.

The only surprise he had, when he thought of it, his assistant did not want to be compensated at all. She appeared somewhat annoyed at the notion, insisting this was the very least she could do for all the things he had given her. What those were, he had no idea. But all he knew, she said she was totally content and always gave that smile of someone who really was content.

Ah, yes, last but not least… he got to hear the thanks in real time as well as weeks after the fact about his plans and how they all came together so perfectly. Lunch dates have never been the same since. There was a new routine. A new dance. They had a special place they would slip away to, far from prying eyes, and they would connect their souls in a way few can imagine. They’d emerge refreshed, reset, and all set to conquer the world. They were fueled and focused.

Now only if these lunches could be more than an hour long, things would be that much sweeter.

The End