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more, I lowered my skirt, smoothing
it into place, and taking a minute to tousle my hair. If Jake wanted
to play, it was game on.
    Walking back into our private dining room, I saw Michael, the waiter,
setting down our flat-bread and refilling our wine. Without realizing
it, I'd apparently already blown through my first glass. Making sure
my discarded boyshorts were securely hidden in my clenched hand, I
approached the table as nonchalantly as I could.
    “So,” Jake said, looking up, “how do they fit?”
    I glanced quickly at Michael, who seemed intentionally unfazed by
Jake's remark.
    “Um, what?” I stuttered, not entirely sure of the correct
response.
    “The panties I gave you. How do they fit? Do they feel good? I
picked them out for you specifically because of how soft they are.”
    At that moment, I sort of wanted to kill Jake.
    “Well?” he persisted, a mischievous glint in his eye.
    “They're fine,” I snapped, sliding into the booth.
    “Huh, just fine?” he teased. “I'll have to see what
we can do about that as the night progresses,” he said with a
wink. “Now give me your old ones.”
    “Excuse me?!” My face could not have possibly gotten any
redder. To Michael's credit, he simply continued to cut the
flat-bread into equal squares.
    “Miss Wells.” Jake leaned in again, a stern look on his
face that I'd never seen before. “Put your panties on the
table.” I'm not entirely sure what came over me; maybe I wanted
to show Jake that I could go as far as he could, or that he couldn't
beat me in whatever game he was playing, but I dropped the boyshorts
on the table and slowly slid them across the short distance between
us.
    “Now then,” he said with a smile, “that wasn't so
hard, was it?” He held them up, lightly fingering the crotch
and displaying them up for Michael's review. “Well these are
pretty, aren't they, Michael?” Michael looked them over,
reaching out to stroke the soft material that glimmered gently in the
warm lighting.
    “Yes, sir.” Turning to me, he said, “You have
excellent taste, Madame.”
    “Thank you,” I mumbled, not entirely sure what was going
on.
    “Will that be all, Master?” Michael asked, bowing
slightly to Jake.
    “It sure will be. Thanks, Michael.”
    After he left, I leaned in. “What are you doing , Jake?!
Master? Is this some sort of weird...sex...den?” I reached
quickly for my glass of wine and downed it in three big gulps. I felt
like laughing hysterically.
    Jake continued to rub his hands over my discarded panties, stopping
only to run his tongue along the crotch, his eyes not once leaving
mine. “You could say that.”
    He must have seen the look of alarm on my face because he quickly
switched back into silly Jake mode. “Mags, I told you tonight
would be an adventure.” He laid my panties on the table and
grabbed for my hands again, holding them tightly between us. “I'm
not going to do anything to hurt you emotionally or physically, okay?
But I need you to trust me. Can you do that, darlin'? Can you trust
me?”
    I looked into his pleading eyes, and forced myself to remember that
this wasn't just Jake, this was my Jake, and I would trust him
with anything. “Yeah. Yes, of course I trust you.”
    His face relaxed. “Good.” He bent his head and kissed my
hand again, this time letting his tongue dip slightly between my
fingers. “Now, I won't hurt you, and I won't let anyone else
hurt you, but...”
    “But?” I interjected, not entirely sure I liked where
this was going.
    “But you will be pushed outside of your comfort zone.
Just know that at any time, you can ask me to stop, and I will. Just
call me Jake, and tell me to cool it, and I'll back off. Alright?
Tonight's about making you feel good, not scaring you.”
    I puzzled over this for a minute. “Alright. But, if I'm
supposed to call you Jake when I want you to stop, what do I call you
until then?” I clearly didn't understand what was happening.
    “Master, darlin'. You