Chapter 4 - A Chance

Brandt

I woke up when I heard the phone ring. I considered not answering. I mean everyone I know, is aware I sleep during the day and work at night. But what if it’s her? The caller ID shows it as an unknown number. I grab the phone off the nightstand before it goes to voice mail.

“Hello” I said gruffly, my voice sounding rough and gravelly being tainted by sleep.

“Good morning, it’s Honey. From the club last night? I’m sorry to have awoken you. I thought I would get your voicemail.” A melodious voice explains.

I sat up because it was her. I'm more excited lthan I been in a long time. I ran my hand through my hair and wondered what her decision would be. I want to see her again very soon. Just her voice has me aroused. I want to touch her again, hold her and protect her like I did last night. How will I convince her if she says no? I won't be giving up so easily.

“What time is it?” I asked. I know I won’t be able to go back to sleep after this conversation.

“It’s 11:30. I have to be at work soon, and I didn’t want to leave you hanging all day waiting for my answer. Though, I’m not vain enough to think you would get hung-up about me one way or the other.” She says in a self-depreciating tone. If she only knew that I was already hung-up on her. I couldn't stop thinking about her last night.

I wanted her badly. I wanted to make her mine. I wasn’t thinking about one night or a subcontract. I was thinking about her as my girlfriend. Mine exclusively, no sharing, no one watching. Just she and I indefinitely. I wasn’t examining those thoughts too closely. I just knew what I wanted, and dare I say needed?

I was 24. I have been running the club since I was 21. I had seen a lot and had a lot of sex in the years in between. I had never desired a relationship that might incur feelings in all that time. Then she walked in the door last night. She began to speak, and I started to feel things I hadn't expected. I wanted things I hadn't known I wanted.

I felt my dick start to harden, but that wasn’t at the forefront of my mind for once. I had wanted to protect her and yank her away from the depravity of the inner sanctum. I loved her innocent nature. I wanted to show her another, different look at sex. I wanted to be soft with her and give her a piece of me as I took her for the first time. As I wondered how to get her into my bed, I realized what I wanted most of all was to know her. To find out her hopes and dreams and tell her mine. The ones I didn't know I harbored until I met her.

I have had five contracts with different women since I owned the club. I never once wanted to get to know them. I had wanted their submission, their obedience, but never “dated” them. We didn’t have those kinds of relationships. I wanted to dominate them, have them at my feet, punish and pleasure them. I was not interested in their feelings about anything. Not really. I listened to what they wanted from a Dom - not as a boyfriend. It was just sex, kinky sex to some, but just sex without emotional attachment. I never caught feelings for any of them. If they were to get clngy, I realeased them from their contracts.

My domineering personality hasn’t gone away, I want Honey’s submission. Her frost blue eyes soft and compliant. Her whole being obedient to me but oddly, I care what she thinks, how she feels. I desire the knowledge of her likes and dislikes. This is all new to me and I can't dwell on it right now.

“Honey, you have the perfect name. Your voice is sweet and smooth. I could listen to you talk all day. I’ve been thinking about how soft your skin is, the cool touch of your hands. Your beauty inside and out has caught my attention. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, even in my dreams.” I believe I must have surprised her with my answer as she said nothing for a few moments.

“Brandt, I have many questions before I can decide to be your girl. You were honest with me just now, I will be honest with you. I believe I will say yes to your proposition. I am very attracted to you. I am also highly intrigued by what I saw last night. My first question, if you would be so kind to answer, do you want me only because I am a virgin?” Very straight forward, I like it. I know that may have been hard for her to question me. She constantly surprises and intrigues me.

“I understand why you may think that, but remember I asked you to be my girl before I found out you were a virgin. Virginity is often considered to be a prize. I myself have looked for more experienced girls for my contracts in the past, mainly because I was looking to fuck. Share some pleasure and some pain"

"With you my thoughts are different. I feel different. I don’t only want one thing with you. I am not looking to make a contract with you per se, I want to know you. I want to know what you like and explore something more personal than what I have had in the past.” I don’t want to give too much away so soon. Going too far the opposite way may also scare her off. "Make no mistake though. I want your first time and I want to make it special, for both of us."

I heard a soft gasp before she answered me. “I'm very glad to hear that, Brandt, I want that too. My next full day off is not until Saturday. Could we speak on the phone for the next few days until I can see you again?” I am surprised by her, confounded. She is so mature and sure of herself for someone having no prior knowledge of this lifestyle. She is willing to try and that is making me giddy with anticipation. Today is Thursday. We would have two days before we saw each other again. I can handle that knowing that we have a plan in place.

“Honey, I would love to see you on Saturday and I honestly wish it could be sooner. Do you usually go to work at this time of day?” I asked, trying to get an idea of her daily life.

“Monday through Thursday I have class in the morning. Some days are longer than others, but every day after school I have to go to work. On those days, I have the mid-shift and get off around 8:00. Yesterday I got off early because we were slow. On Friday’s I’m off school but work seven to two, then I sometimes watch Brody in the evening. I get every other Saturday off and Sunday I’m off.” After a short pause she asks, “What is a good time to call you tomorrow?” She's this organized person and a planner. I like those qualities.

“I’m usually up around twelve. I would love for you to call me when you get off work around two. I can also make some time in the evenings to speak as well.” Speaking to her only once per day may not be enough for me. Two days before, I saw her again. I’m already thinking of plans for our date.

“I just pulled into the parking lot at my job. I’ll call you tomorrow, but you may call me tonight if you have time.” She sounds a bit shy now. I want to give her a boost of confidence.

“Baby girl, what time do you get home from work?”

“Between 8:20 and 8:30 usually.”

“I’m saving your number and I will be calling you between 8:30 and 9. Think about what you would like to do on our date. Sky’s the limit.” I’m going to learn everything there is to know about her.

“I'd like you to take charge of our date. I think you will make it perfect. I gotta go now, looking forward to speaking with you soon.” Click, she was gone.

I am willing to work for a chance with her; for a chance at a real relationship. I set an alarm, so I don’t get caught up later at work and forget to call her. I work almost every day since I live above the club. On Mondays, we are closed, but there is always something going on. I need to arrange to have Saturday night off. My guys will be very surprised, but I’m sure that they will manage without me for one day.

Now to plan our date night. Intelligent, beautiful, kind. Where can I take her that will let her know I want more than sex from her? I need to plan something romantic but sex-free. I do plan on a goodnight kiss. Her lips are so luscious. Hmmm, cold shower and planning for Saturday. I'm going to call my mom for advice.