I Never Kiss on the First Date - White's Funhouse

She seemed to be used to people dressing her. She just smiled.

He finally finished by affixing her outfit's collar. He then smiled. "Perhaps I should put on some clothes myself before I take you home. Unless Mistress prefers me nude?"

She lofted a brow.

"Go ahead and get dressed."

He smiled, and quickly changed, putting on a black designer pullover sweater and matching slacks. He then offered an arm.

"May I escort you, mistress?"

She took his arm.

"No need to call me such until I have laid claim to you."

He chuckled as he led her to the elevator. "I see."

She followed with a smile.

"Sorry."

He pressed the button and smiled at her. "Why apologize?"

She smiled.

"You seemed disappointed when I said I would not stay."

"True. But if you stayed, it would likely be as my plaything."

She smiled.

"That is not so objectionable."

He reached over and caressed her cheek. "Hearing you say that pleases me nearly as much as anything that has happened tonight."

She lofted a brow.

"Why is that?"

The door to the elevator opened, at the garage level where the limo waited. "It gives me hope." was all he said. "Shall we?"

She stepped into the elevator.

"Hope for what?"

"That some night, you will be mine."

She laughed.

"For how long?"

He reached up and gently placed a finger on the top of her sternum, where here breasts met her neck. "You would experience such pleasure that you would never wish to leave."

She smiled.

"That did not answer my question."

"True." he chuckled. "I felt saying that I would keep you 'for eternity' would have sounded arrogant."

She laughed.

"Just a bit."

He smiled. "Still. You do not sound entirely opposed to a shorter length of time."

She smiled.

"I find your company pleasurable."

He placed a hand over his chest. "Ah, be still my cold, dead heart."