Chapter 4

Arriving at the dining room, which showed class from every angle, Andrew stepped forward and reached out to pull Anita's seat away from the table. He acted like a butler, slightly bowing his head and sweeping his hand towards the seat in invitation which caused Anita to giggle at his silliness. When Anita was fully seated, she tried to bring herself and her chair closer to the table, but before she could even right herself, Andrew easily moved her seat with her in it like she weighed nothing, which set her heart pounding. Looking at Andrew's slim but muscular body you would never guess that he hid such explosive strength, which made Anita feel even more feminine because she was aware that she had some weight to her.

Anita looked up and slightly back at Andrew who still stood behind her sending him a wink before saying truthfully “Thank you, Andrew, you about made me swoon, next time you want to show off your strength just remember I am very much willing to be…. Your rag doll” she snickered knowing that she was getting his engine roaring at her not so subtle flirting as she made herself comfortable, missing the hunger that wanted to devour her in Andrew's eyes.

"I heard from Samantha that you were busy in the kitchen cooking?" she said, trying to make small talk as he took a seat right next to her, instead of across from her, making her feel slightly nervous and flushed, because his refreshing scent just did it for Anita, making her want to run her nose against his neck. Anita had always been very sensitive to sound, sight, and smells sometimes she felt like a mutant because with her smarts she knew she was very different from the rest of her family since young, but to adapt and not freak out the people around her she had to act normal when she just wanted to run away from the stimulation.

Andrew reached out with his hand, laying it on top of her sweaty one as it rested on the dining room table. "There is no reason to be nervous Anita," he said as he felt the sweat from her hand. Andrew himself was a bit nervous because he was very rusty when it came to getting along with a potential mate, but his dominant and confident personality made it impossible for him to feel nervous for too long as he knew his worth.

Anita chuckled in embarrassment; if she knew he was going to grab her hand, she would have wiped it against her dress beforehand. "Ok I am nervous," she breathed out in a huff, trying to act tough "I didn't expect that you would live in such a big house in the middle of such a large forest, and be even more handsome in person, and what exactly do you do for a living," she questioned as her curiosity started to eat at her since the moment she drove up that long winding driveway.

He chuckled at Anita's words, "There's no reason to know what I do for a living for the time being; just know that I can live in such a style by working hard," he said while removing his hand from hers as the servants brought in their dinner.

The two ate in silence, but the silence didn't bring about awkwardness; instead, Anita felt utter contentment with the way the evening was going, and she marveled at the scrumptious food that stimulated taste buds that she didn't even know she had. Andrew honestly ticked every imaginary box for her, everything about him drew her attention.

After they finished eating, Andrew took her walking in the garden that looked more like a farm, to be honest, as most of the plants were vegetables, and further back stood numerous fruit trees with fruits still waiting to be picked. After walking partway through the garden to help digest their meal, they decided to retire to Andrew's bedroom, which was the size of her bedroom, her parents, and her kitchen combined.

Anita slowly walked to his California king-size bed, reaching out and feeling how silky and smooth his bed sheets were, refusing to meet his eyes. Honestly, she was trying to distract herself because she could feel Andrew's eyes boring into her back, but even though she was feeling slightly flustered and shy, she still put on a brave face because she wanted this too. It had been close to 3 years since she had any sort of intimate contact with a man because her ex had only been intimate with her here and there because he was more interested in masturbation plus she honestly felt he didn't find her attractive so she was nervous to be with a man that seemingly found her so attractive. Anita knew she had put on quite a bit of weight since her last relationship; even though she was confident in her looks, she still couldn't see herself standing next to such a charismatic man. Would he judge her for all the stretch marks she had on her body or would he embrace the woman that she was?

Andrew walked towards Anita while unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it onto the floor. "Are you that eager to get the ball rolling?" he said as he stood before her, his chest leveled with her head, staring down at her with heated eyes as she strained her neck to look up at him like a frightened deer. "Do you want me to be gentle, Anita, or do you want me to push your limits?" he drawled, tired of the wait.

Anita swallowed not only at the sight of his abs but at his question, she wanted to experience BDSM and this might be the only chance for her to do so, as he might not want to see her again after that night, actually if he wasn't the Dom she imagined him to be she would walk because she refuse to settle ever again. "Push my limit, Andrew; dominate me and let me feel the pleasure I have been anticipating all this week."

"Your wish is mine to grant, now we will start our play," he said, licking his lips, happy that Anita was stronger than he thought.

"First when you walk into this room, you will henceforth call me Sir," said Andrew in a deep, hypnotic voice.

"Do you understand," he questioned Anita, fantasizing she would slip up in the future so he could have an excuse to discipline her, the play had already started from the moment she entered his bedroom.

"Yes, sir, I understand," whispered Anita, who was both nervous and excited at this new experience taking place.

"Speak up, what do you understand Anita," Andrew spoke in a deeper, booming voice, arching his brows, totally immersed in their play.

Anita remembering the scene she read from a novel called CEO Submissive, Anita spoke in uncertainty "Sir I understand, from now on, you own my body and mind, and when we are alone like this your words are law," Anita said in a much stronger voice, but she was still nervous, questioning her words, as Andrew was not officially her Dom.

Not hearing anything from Andrew at her words, Anita spoke in a whisper, looking up, "Andrew...".

Anita jumped in fright, she had no idea when Andrew obtained a crop in his hand, a crop that looked just like the crop on the first ever BDSM novel she had read.

"Do not let me repeat myself, Anita. It is Sir to you when we are alone like this, or are you regretting your choice so soon," Andrew spoke sternly; he was surprised at Anita's previous words; maybe just maybe, after today, Anita's position in his mind may change.

"NO...No, I am not regretting anything, sir," she spoke with more confidence in her voice.

Feeling sorry for this little scared cat, he decided to be more understanding with her.

"Anita when you are here, I do not want you to think, what I want is for you to follow orders". He softened his tone, as he knew that no matter how confident she looked, she was nervous about this whole situation. "Can you do that for me, Anita, or should we stop?" he said, deciding to give her one last chance to back out because when he started, he wouldn't stop no matter what unless he saw she really couldn't handle what he had in store for her today.

Andrew continued to think as he just watched Anita, maybe instead of asking at every turn if she wanted to stop, it would be better to just go full throttle. Andrew felt quite stifled at the slow pace they were going at as every instinct in him made him want to take control but he was aware that Anita had never played like this before so he didn't want to scare her, he tapped his long elegant fingers against his slightly pink plump lips, before nodding his head after making a decision. Hard and fast was the way to go.