E-Kitty
Elle giggled as she watched the two older men struggle to interact with each other. It was apparent that they were uneasy and struggling to make conversation, just what she had expected from two men who had never met, or even known of the other’s existence, until this day. Elle felt a tingle of delight for she was the source of the strained situation taking place between the gentlemen.
“Elle…what do you think?” One of the men collapsed her train of thought. Obviously he was looking for an escape route and Elle was not going to provide one. On top that, she wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation, she was to busy observing the men’s demeanor and facial expressions and pondering what each man was thinking of the other.
“I don’t know,” she replied nonchalantly. “What do you think Luke?”
Luke’s icy blue eyes pierced Elle. He boldly stared her in the face challenging her, daring not to speak another word. Such cold eyes was furious enough to cause frostbite, however, Elle was no pussy. She could endure his gaze returning her very own elemental stare, which blazed through the flesh of her unruly prey. Luke knew his gesture was absolutely unacceptable but he was at his limit. For mouths he had endured Elle’s negligence. From not returning calls, to putting off dates, to even abandoning him right in the middle of their kink sessions. He felt like an abandoned puppy constantly seeking its master, and just when he find her like a shadow into the night she disappears. However, it all made since now that he was sitting across from the handsome bastard who was responsible for his agony. He wanted nothing more than to strangle the life out of him but opted not to for his mistress ordered him to behave.
The restaurant setting was so elegant yet the tension surrounding the three was thick and nerve-racking. Elle had no problem with the situation for it was exactly what she wanted. Two men meeting each other for the first time, both knowing the opposite male serves the same woman and could possible be the one chosen. What a beautiful story it was, and Elle couldn’t have been more entertained.
“Umm…you don’t look so well. I should have left you home,” teased Elle as she reached out to brush the strands of silky blonde hair from her kitty’s face.
Luke, who Elle commonly referred to as kitty, was her most precious. It was because of Elle’s determination to make him submit that she became such a dominate force. After over a year of disciplinary training and a high level of patience, Elle had finally managed to tame Luke, a stubborn, “my way is the only way,” type guy. And although she was proud of her success, Elle knew the training was not complete. Every now and than Luke stepped out of line and had to put back in place, and it seemed tonight was going to be one of those times.
“I’m fine,” said Luke fighting the urge to snuggle his face in his mistress’s soft palm.
“I don’t think you are. What do you think Kevin? Doesn’t he look tense? Uptight? Anxious?
Kevin was caught off guard. He had no idea what to say. Elle was so unreadable it was hard to tell if she wanted you to side with her or not. Kevin could recall plenty of times when she demanded an answer from him, and whether he agreed with her or the other party, if she was not pleased with his reply he was severely punished.
“Yes, he does.” Kevin decided to keep it short and simple. It was the safest way out.
“See, you’re ruining our night.” Elle took a sip of her champagne before continuing on.
“You two should get acquainted with each other, it’ll be best that way. So from now on we’ll be going out together, the three of us.”
Both Luke and Kevin was stunned by Elle’s statement. Neither man wanted to get to know the other for he wanted to be the only one to serve mistress Elle. Luke’s creamy pale skin was burning red, and Kevin was only one shade below him.
Elle rose from her seat, her short, tight black dress slid higher just inches away from revealing a little ass cheek.
“Come kitty, we’re leaving.”
Instinctively Luke fell into place. While rising from his seat, he grabbed Ell’s purse and coat, helping her into it before retrieving his own.
Kevin set quietly awaiting Elle’s orders. He was still shocked by what he had heard and could only hope this was another one of Elle’s games. Kevin held his head low in order to avoided the sight of another man serving Elle for that was his duty. No other man deserved to touch his beautiful caramel goddess.
“Kev you pick up the tab,” was Elle’s last words as she walked away with her loyal kitty trailing closely behind her.
