Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Five
Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Five
Samuel’s POV
Tiff and I have been missing each other on text for the last two days. I’ve been so busy with acquisitions that I’ve been at the office day and night. I did, however, manage to convince her to meet me for dinner this evening.
It’s 7:00 pm, and I’m seated at a table at the Modern, when I see Tiff walk in. She is dressed in a sage green floral dress. She looks edible. Classy with a hint of mischief.
I stood up and pulled the seat out for her as she approached.
“I hope I didn’t keep you very long, Samuel,” Tiff exclaimed, then she sat down. “Thank you, Samuel.”
“You’re not late, I just enjoy the opportunity to watch my date walk into the restaurant,” I grinned, retaking my seat. “You can tell a lot about a woman by how she carries herself.”
“Well, I’d love to hear what intel you gathered from me walking in,” Tiff smirked.
“You don’t take any crap. You’ve been known to take down people who disrespect your friends,” I stated. “You like sports over ballet, but you are a true theatre kid, probably even took drama in high school.”
“All of that is true,” Tiff said, looking impressed. “What else?”
“You have some sort of belt in either karate, taekwondo, or jujitsu,” I said, then rested my chin on my hand like I was thinking. “You wish you had someone who could bring out your inner sex goddess. Vanilla to you is boring.”
“I’m impressed,” Tiff nodded. “By the way, it’s a 5th Dan Black belt in karate.”
“What about your sex goddess?” I questioned, raising one of my eyebrows.
“I don’t really know… a lot about sex,” Tiff explained. “Peter was my only sexual partner. He was extremely vanilla.”
“That surprises me,” I replied. “Not that Peter was vanilla, but that he’s the only man you’ve been with.”
“I was with him for two years,” Tiff informed me. “I was eighteen when I met him.”
“Right, I keep forgetting you’re probably Amelie’s age,” I responded.
“How old are you?” Tiff asked.
“I’m 27. Does that bother you?” I questioned.
“No, I’m almost 21 years old,” Tiff answered. “It’s not that big of a difference.”
The waiter came over and took our orders.
“What do you like to do in your spare time, Red?” I asked.
“Well, I’m actually working on my next Dan in karate,” Tiff mentioned. “I like hiking, and I just started a cooking class.”
“Nice, I love hiking,” I advised. “My family has a cabin in upstate NY.”
“Wow, that must be fun,” Tiff said, smiling.
“Maybe I can take you there sometime,” I advised.
“I think I would like that,” Tiff grinned, then blushed. “So tell me, Samuel, since you brought it up. What do you think of… umm… vanilla sex?”
“Red, you need to know. I don’t do vanilla. I have very specific tastes. I like to be… in control,” I warned, looking straight in her eyes. “If you decided you wanted to be with me, you’d have to go through a contract to tell me exactly how far you’re willing to let me go with you.”
Tiff physically gulped. “A contract? Like as in BDSM?”
“Yes, Red,” I declared. “Does that scare you?”
“Umm, I’m not sure,” Tiff said. I could tell she was getting turned on by us talking about it. The telltale signs were all there. The shifting back and forth because between her legs was throbbing, the pretty flush on her neck and chest, and then there was the biting of her bottom lip.
“You wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do, Red,” I explained. “That’s the whole concept of the contract. You tell me what you want to do or try, and then you surrender to me. It’s simple, really, we both get what we want in a controlled, safe atmosphere.”
Our meals arrived at that moment, which was perfect. This would give Tiff time to think it over as we eat. I changed the topic to her cooking class, and we ate our supper, talked, and laughed. She was a brilliant person with a lot of perspective on life, and every minute I spent with her sent my soul further into her grasp.
Tiff’s POV
Samuel is the most charming man I’ve ever met. Granted, I don’t have a lot of dating experience, but he’s miles ahead of Peter. Could I surrender to him sexually, though? I guess in some way, any sexual relationship is a surrender. This would just have clearly defined dos and don’ts.
“Do you want dessert, Red?” Samuel asked.
“I don’t know where I would put it. I’m so full,” I replied, grabbing my stomach.
“The milk chocolate ganache with shiso ice cream is fantastic,” Samuel grinned. “Want to share?”
“Oh, twist my arm,” I giggled.
“That’s not in the contract,” Samuel joked.
I blushed.
True to his words, the dessert was spectacular. He fed it to me with his spoon. It felt so intimate, as if he was pouring his emotions into caring for me. Like, I was the most important thing to him.
“You have a little bit of chocolate…right… here,” Samuel said, leaning in to kiss me and licking the corner of my mouth.
I moaned. Out loud. In the middle of the restaurant!
Samuel let out a soft growl, “Fuck, Red. Don’t do that unless you want me to bend you over the table right here, right now, and take you from behind.”
I let out a gasp, and Samuel chuckled.
“Samuel,” I whispered.
“I know, Red,” Samuel grinned, looking into my eyes.
I swear my heart missed a beat. I leaned in and kissed him. It just felt so right, so perfect.
“Red, want to go home to my place and be vanilla with me?” Samuel asked.
“I thought you didn’t do vanilla, Samuel?” I giggled.
“I need to be as close as humanly possible to you,” he whispered. “This is the first time I’ve craved vanilla.”
“Pay the bill,” I grinned.
“Cheque, please!” He yelled to the server.