Five Dates

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"You dump this on me, and then you just up and leave?"

"I am, and I'm sorry for that, but with everything we've done these past few weeks, I don't think I'm the best person to have around right now. Call your mother or your sister, they'll help you figure out where your head is right now. The cab will take you anywhere you like."

Matt turned around and Dalia watched him get back into the cab, her mind too numb to think much of anything. Just when she'd admitted to herself she loved being a slut, a nuclear bomb dropped on her life.

Matt hadn't left her a shred of control. He'd taken what he wanted, how he wanted it, and then he'd made it so she felt like half of it was her idea. And she'd loved it. When did the fear for his threats fade? She'd asked for this sixth date, quietly confident she'd wheedle a seventh from him and an eighth after that and so on, until he couldn't resist coming back for more.

That plan got soundly thrashed in the space of one minute. So what now? What did she want? The thought of sleeping in the same house as Rich disgusted her. He wouldn't change for her, he never had. He didn't care. She lived her life her own way, with everything on her time. Matt had derailed that for too long.

It wasn't like she was short on choices if things went smoothly. Plenty of fish in the sea. Dalia pushed her chin up and wiped her tears away. She didn't need Rich, and she didn't need Matt. She'd get by on her own two feet, and she'd fuck whoever she wanted to fuck. Screw anybody who tried to tell her differently.

With a new confidence to her step, Dalia strode through the tall building's glass entrance, a gateway into the next stage of her life. She'd see what the future held.

***

Dalia squeezed the handle of her suitcase as her other hand hovered over Matt's doorbell. She hadn't seen him in five months. Five painful months filled with lawyers, pity and confusion. She'd settled with Rich two months ago, only to realize the loft she'd rented bored her as much as the house had.

The men she dated were the same as the men she'd loved seducing before. Good looking and cocky until she sunk her claws in them and let her inner slut work her magic. That got them hooked, and the roles turned. After Matt that didn't do it for anymore though.

Dalia looked down at her generous cleavage. She'd worn the same white dress she'd worn on their second date. No underwear. Maybe she should strip? He'd like that. But what if he didn't? What if he didn't even want to see her again? Dalia squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. She'd been through this too many times. The dress was fine. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Now or never.

Dalia's stomach clenched as the bell rang. She'd done it. It wasn't long before heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway, and the door opened. Matt looked her up and down and leaned against the doorframe. "Dalia, what a surprise."

"Hi, Matt."

His eyes fell on her suitcase, and he said "Going on a trip?"

"Not really. Look, can I come in so we can talk?"

"Sure, come in."

Just like that? Part of Dalia was disappointed he didn't make her get naked and beg to be let inside, and her pussy clenched at the thought. She followed him in, painfully aware of the warm blush on her cheeks.

"Wine?"

"What?"

"Do you want some wine? Or maybe coffee?"

"Wine please."

"Alright, give me a second. You can sit in the couch."

Dalia's feet carried her to the couch, but her mind was elsewhere. She sat down and buried the tips of her heels in the frilly rug. Her knees tingled as she squashed the soft fabric under her heels, but she shied away from remembering more.

Matt returned with two glasses of red, and he sat down in the love seat. "So, here we are."

"Yeah."

Dalia sipped her wine in nervous silence, conscious of Matt's patient eyes on her. She glanced over at him, relaxed in his chair, content to wait her out. The wine was good, rich on her tongue, wasted on the big gulp she took, draining half the glass. "I divorced Rich."

"I heard. I'm sorry things turned out that way."

"It's not your fault, it would've happened someday." She faced Matt and pushed her chest out. "Rich settled for pretty much what I wanted. I moved out into a nice loft, and I found a job, dated a little."

"Good for you."

"Yeah."

Another silence fell over them. Dalia rubbed her thighs together as she pulled on her dress to make her cleavage even deeper, but Matt's eyes didn't stray. Surely he had to know why she was here? "I was wondering, Matt..."

"Wondering about what?"

"You know."

"I'm not sure I do, Dalia. Why don't you tell me?"

Dalia swallowed and said, "I was wondering if we could go on a date."

"A date? And do what on this date?"

"You know."

"No I don't, you'll have to tell me."

Dalia closed her eyes and balled her fists. "I want to fuck, alright?"

"Just fuck? I'm sure you've done plenty of that since the last time we met."

Matt's words stung, but the humiliating truth of them turned Dalia on. "I want what we had before."

"You want to be my fuck slut?"

"Yes." Dalia's body buzzed with the humiliation of her admission. She'd said it.

"And the suitcase?"

"I thought I could move in. I'm only renting my loft."

"I can't, Dalia. My kids give me enough flack for seeing Monique, I don't know how I'm supposed to explain you too."

The shock of Matt's word doused the flames in Dalia's belly. "You're still seeing Monique?"

"I am. She's an amazing young woman, and a wonderful slut."

"What about Lara?"

"What about her? Lara doesn't own Monique, they're roommates who share interests, but Monique's more into guys than Lara is, and she respects that."

"So you're dating her?"

"Yes."

Defeated, Dalia sunk back into the couch. "So there's no room for me?"

"I don't cheat, Dalia."

Dalia pushed herself up from the couch and said, "I'll just go then."

"Sit down."

Startled, Dalia plopped back into the couch and watched as Matt took out his phone. He dialed a number and put the phone on the coffee table. It rang through its speakers until Monique's voice answered the call.

'Hello, Sir.'

"Hey. I want you to say hi to Dalia, she's here with me."

'She is? Hey sweetie, where've you been? We've missed you. Lara! Dalia's with Matt, they're on the phone!'

Dalia couldn't help but smile when she heard the joy in Monique's voice. They'd only known each other for a short while, but the things they'd shared made that irrelevant. "Hi, girl."

'So where've you been?'

"You know, getting divorced, looking for a place and a job."

'Are you okay?'

"I'm okay. The divorce finalized two months ago."

'You could've called, we'd have taken you out. Girls night.'

"I'm sorry."

'Don't be. Look, Lara wants to talk to you. You should see her, she's dripping wet from the shower.' The phone changed hands with a sharp gasp and a giggle, and Lara's voice now filled the room. 'Don't listen to her, I'm perfectly presentable. Are you really there, Dalia?'

"Yeah, I am."

'Took you long enough.'

"What do you mean?"

'Matt told us about your little arrangement, Dalia.'

Dalia looked over at Matt, but his face didn't reveal a thing. He sipped his wine, at ease. "He did?"

'I can't say I agree with what he did, and I've thought long and hard whether or not I wanted Monique to keep seeing him, but I'm glad I said yes. Monique ate me so good that night.' Lara laughed, and the phone changed hands again. Monique said, 'Don't listen to her, she's terrible. Anyway, we're glad you're back. We should go on a double date again soon.'

"I'm not together with Matt."

'I'm sure you can convince him, sweetie.'

"Can you convince him to do something he doesn't want to?"

'No.'

"How am I supposed to make him want me then?"

Monique laughed and said, 'Don't worry about him wanting you. He's just stubborn.'

"You want me to seduce him? The two of you are dating."

'Is that what he said? Don't listen to him, he knows him and me are just fun. You're better for him. Give me a sec.' Muffled voices came through the speaker, laced with laughter, until Monique took her hand off the microphone and said, 'Lara will tell you what to do.'

Dalia swallowed as the phone changed hands again, and Lara's voice came through. Only this time her voice wasn't playful. 'Dalia?'

"Yes?"

'You speak with two words, slut.'

"Yes, Miss."

'Strip.'

Dalia skin tingled as she stared from the phone on the table to Matt. He didn't move. She got up from the couch and reached for the straps of her dress. Still he didn't move. A shiver ran down Dalia's back as the soft fabric slipped down along her body. "Do I take my heels off, Miss?"

'Keep them on. Walk over to Matt and kneel in front of him.'

"Yes, Miss." Dalia obeyed and swayed her hips as she crossed the few steps separating her from Matt. She sank down to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm here."

'Good. Now turn on your knees and put your cheek on the floor. Reach back and spread your ass so he can see both of your fuckholes.'

Dalia didn't want to let Matt from her sight, but if this gave her a chance of getting his cock inside her, of having him own her again, she'd do it.

'Now repeat after me: please fuck this slut, Sir.'

"Please fuck this slut, Sir." Lara didn't leave it at one line for Dalia to repeat, and with every word she spoke, Dalia sunk deeper into her humiliating surrender. "Use any hole you'd like. I love it when you fuck my face and you choke me with your cock. My throat's made for taking cock. You can fuck my tits, you can hurt them, tie them up, anything you want. They're nothing more than toys for you to play with.

"If you want my ass, I'll spread it for you. It's yours, just another hole for you to warm your cock in. You can spank my ass, you can slap my tits and hurt me, I'll love it. I'm your fuck slut, Sir. My pussy's wet whenever you want it to be, and you can fuck my slutty hole whenever you want. Anything you want, whenever you want. I'm a whore for you, Sir."

Lara fell silent, but her breathing had clearly changed. 'Matt, mind if we end this here? I'm horny as hell now. I'll be expecting Dalia delivered to my place sooner than later. Naked.'

"I think we can make that work. Have fun."

Dalia whimpered at Matt's words, but she didn't dare budge from her exposed position. She jerked when Matt brushed past her ass, thrilled to feel his touch again.

"Let me be clear about this from the start, Dalia. I don't trust you. I'm willing to give you a chance to make this into something real, but you'll have to think hard about what you want. Nina showed me I don't want a vanilla relationship, I'd rather be alone and enjoy what comes along."

Matt closed his hands around Dalia's wrist and pulled her hands away from her ass. He folded them in the small of her back, and Dalia's pussy clenched as she heard the clink of his belt buckle. Matt tightened the leather around her wrists, immobilizing her. Then he moved away.

"Understand there will be no second chance. I told you Nina never cheated. I know because she was honest with me, sometimes brutally so. Never lie to me. If you do, I'll punish you. If the lie you've told is too big for me to forgive, there will be no way for us to keep going. That includes cheating. I don't know what you and Rich were like together, and I don't care. If you're going to be mine, everything will be different. You'll have to earn my trust from scratch."

He crouched in front of her head and pulled her upright. "Shuffle sideways until you're off the rug, Dalia."

"Only good sluts get the rug, right?"

Matt smiled. "It's good that you remember. I'll leave you alone for half an hour, and I want you to use every second of those thirty minutes to think about what I said, about what it means. I'll have your answer then, and if you say yes, we'll see how we can make this work. Understood?"

Dalia nodded, a little smile on her lips. "Yes, Sir."

Matt stroked Dalia's hair and said, "Good girl."

Dalia's little smile widened, and she said "Sir?"

"Yes, girl?"

"I think I already know my answer."

"It never hurts to be sure."

"You're right."

Matt's touch lingered as he left the room, and Dalia watched him go. Something outshone the excitement building in her belly. Hope. Something good could come from this. She hadn't been lying, she knew her answer, and she'd give it to him along with herself.

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