“No!” It was adamant. “I'm not a child! I'm just a little scared that's all. I'll get over it in a few minutes.” She tilted her head back and presented her lips to be kissed.
Our lips met tentatively at first and then with a bit more pressure. I slowly increased the intensity, her mouth opened and I teased her with my tongue. There was a moment when I felt her freeze as if not sure how to continue and I broke it off.
“Would you like to finish dinner?” I nodded toward the table.
“Sure... I mean... Yes, Master.” She giggled a little. Like a little girl.
A thought struck me. “Are you a virgin?”
She looked embarrassed... and scared again. “Yes. Does it make a difference?”
It was suddenly my turn to be worried. Appearances can be very deceiving nowadays. “Just for the record. How old are you?”
She looked blankly at me for a second then laughed softly. “Don't worry. I'm legal. My purse has an ID if you'd like to check.”
“I'll take your word for it. But that still hasn't answered my question. How old are you?”
“I'm twenty. How old are you?”
I relaxed. “Twenty-eight.”
“How did you get into the book business?”
I gave her some chicken and a drink of wine as I answered. “I started this store right after I got out of college. My grandfather left me this building and a nice chunk of cash. I needed some way to make it pay for itself. I wanted a business that I could run by myself and would give me time for gaming. What about you? It's not every day I find a half-naked twenty-year-old virgin slave-girl on my carpet.” I took a drink as she answered.
She shrugged. The movement of her breasts did wonders for my libido. “I was born and raised in a very small, very religious town in the south. My father worked for the local church and I was raised strictly according to The Book. I never dated alone until I was seventeen and even that caused a family row. The only freedom I had was in my books. I got a lot of flak for reading 'that fantasy and science fiction trash'. When Mom died shortly after I graduated High School, Dad got even worse. I got a scholarship to the art institute and left for the city. I've been pretty busy for the last year or so with my studies and trying to pay the bills with part-time jobs.”
We talked and kissed for another half-hour. I released her wrists when she asked to use the bathroom. When she came back, I was cleaning up. I decided to play it safe and give her another 'out'.
“You said you wanted to get home early. Would you like to get dressed?”
“But... It's only... Uh... That is....” She was flustered for a second. Then she stopped and looked me right in the eye. “Do you want me to go?”
“Not really. I like you a lot and want you to trust me. You said earlier you didn't want to spend the night.” I spread my hands. “This slave-girl fantasy is fun, but I don't want an unwilling bed partner.” It was up to her.
“Does this answer your question?” She unhooked the chain about her waist, slipped the gown from her shoulder and stepped out of it. Totally nude and unafraid, she stepped closer, put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
