The Kept Woman, Chap 2
A half-hour into her ride to Zac’s place, Elle was back into her day-dreamy state, thinking of all the wonderful things about their relationship. They met on a fetish dating site. Elle was super-protective of even her online presence and had all but given up on finding someone to her particular tastes. Magically, they found each other and were both in heaven.
When she finally arrived at his door, Zac greeted her with open arms and wrapped her in a warm embrace. “Elle, darling, how are you?” he asked.
“Oooh, I’m okay. It’s been quite a week,” she replied as they embraced. He gave her a gentle yet firm romantic kiss on the lips.
He took her bags and placed them in the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs that led to the bedrooms. He scooped up two goblets of red wine and handed one to her. With that look, he said, “Be a good girl and have some wine.”
She nearly came right then and there. Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she reached for the glass he offered. He leaned in, took the back of her head gently, and gave her a peck on her forehead. Her heart rate went up. That was his signal. That was the gate to their magical weekends.
As they walked with their arms around each other, they both took a sip of wine. Zac started talking—small stuff, really, but Elle hardly heard a word. She was too busy taking large gulps from her goblet. Zac knew exactly what she was doing, but kept on. She guzzled the last third of her glass.
By the time she did, they were at the island in the center of his expansive kitchen. She climbed up on a bar stool as he poured her another generous helping. He looked at her with a wry smile, clinked glasses in a silent toast, and took a sip.
Elle, on the other hand, chugged, chugged, chugged her glass. The whole thing. Gone.
She regained her composure after catching her breath, giving Zac a huge grin. “Please, Sir, may I have another?”
“Were you professional this week?”
“Yes, Sir, I was.” She could feel her nethers getting more tingly and moist.
“Did you do your job well?”
“Yes, Sir, I performed my job well and got everything done. I was an asset to my employers,” she replied in her weekly manner as Zac finished pouring her another generous goblet of red wine.
“Good girl. Drink up.”
Elle smiled and felt her heart rate go up. In a breathy, Marilyn Monroe fashion, she answered, “Yes, Sir.” She looked at the goblet greedily and emptied it in three sets of chugging, barely tipping the glass forward to take a breath in between chugs.
Zac just stood there, leaning on the island’s counter top and admired her.
Elle felt a sudden rush of warmth on her ear. She had already felt her insides warm up. She giggled, both out of excitement at losing her professional persona and as her signal to Zac that she felt the warmth. Zac loved knowing that. So did she. They chatted for a few minutes before he got back to the business at hand.
“What are you, my dear?” Zac calmly asked.
“I am a good daughter, loyal friend, and respectable, professional woman.”
“Who are you?”
“I am your drunk slut, Sir.” Her goblet was once again magically full.
“Just my drunk slut?” Zac asked as he helped raise her glass toward her mouth.
“No, Sir, I am your drunk, horny slut,” she giggle slightly. And with that she was swallowing more red wine like water.
Thus, their weekend began. This is how their weekend always began. There was no boredom to their words or interactions. It was exciting: every single time.
Zac gave her his goblet. She emptied it as he retrieved another bottle from his wine rack at the other end of the kitchen, just as he always did. He wanted Elle to absorb the wine. He gave her time to let her head wash over with that swimmy, dreamy feeling. After all, she just emptied a bottle of wine in short order.
Elle loved this. She had always hidden this side of her from her family, friends, and colleagues—from everyone, actually. It wasn’t until she found Zac that she felt she could truly let her hair down and let the real Elle be seen.
Zac felt much the same way. He was also professional, well respected, and articulate. He was known as a good man: one who gave respect to all he met and put a smile on their face if he could. He usually did. With Elle, however, he could let his Benevolent Dom enjoy its manifestation.
Dinner waiting in the oven, warm and ready. They would not get to it for some time, though, and they didn’t care. Zac came over to Elle, closer than before, and gently pushed her goblet farther into the middle of the island. Elle looked at him and felt the wine slosh around in her head. She looked at him lovingly, blinking a little bit, but allowing the alcohol to do its job, that lovely, heavenly job.
Zac gently placed the bottle directly in front of Elle. He looked directly into those eyes that were increasingly becoming less focused.
“Drink up!”
“Mm, yessir.” She grabbed the bottle by the neck and proceed to take several long pulls. The bottle plopped on the counter top as she exhaled, “Aaaaaah!”
Zac put one hand behind her head again and pulled her head to his. They kissed passionately, enjoying their tongues and Elle’s wine-laden breathe.
“C’mon. More. More!” Zac encouraged his increasingly floppy floozy. He was watching her transform from uptight executive to sloppy lush. God, he loved that. He loved how she fully embraced her inner drunkard. Now the fun was really going to begin.