Chapter 3 Our First Meeting

Charlie's POV

I returned home, and that night I sent Sophie a message telling her to do the task she's been putting off. I gave her the go-ahead and assured her that the seclusion provided by the surrounding greenery would prevent anybody she knew from spying on her while she was inside the bookshop.

But I didn't simply tell her to go.

I gave her a date and a time and told her what would happen if she disobeyed. We both understood that the threat was hollow. She had to consent for me to discipline her. The time would be after her husband and father-in-law were set to depart for Atlanta on a Sunday.

Then, presuming she would comply and go to the shop as directed, I thought about the several ways I might get control of her. I considered employing force. Chloroform and forcing her to drink while sneaking her drugs were options I thought about.

I ruled out those options. She would have to agree to go, even if she didn't want to. I couldn't do the things I wanted to do with her if she wouldn't obey me. I had no desire to confine her to a location for a week. I was going to make both her and my desires come true. I would have to leave my residence to do it.

With the photographs she's previously provided me, I thought of extorting money from her. But it wouldn't work like that. The images are enlightening. They are all gorgeous, and some of them are sexy. However, they include nothing that may be used as leverage in a blackmail situation.

No. She would have to agree for this to work. I would have to be able to accompany her to the locations and activities she imagined. Everything would depend on how she would respond when I arrived and began giving her instructions.

I persuaded a buddy to drive me to the bookshop by promising to make the trip worthwhile. if she arrived. He's a great friend. Only he among my buddies is aware of my passion for writing and uploading porn. I explained my situation and gave him a glimpse of some of the images she had provided me.

He had no faith at all that the woman in those photos would be connected to me. However, the trip there and back took an hour and a half each. In the unlikely event that she was the lady who got out of the vehicle, showed up at the scheduled time, and was foolish enough to follow my instructions, he was ready to spend three hours of his time for a chance at that cute ass.

To make this work, I had done all I could. Everything now rested with Sophie. Was she obedient? But more importantly, was she as eager to fulfill her desires as she made out to be? The answer to that question would determine the outcome of the whole experiment.

I was driven there by Gary. But not before he spent an hour and a half telling me I was crazy and forewarning me that he would tell no one about this story when we got home because it was too good. When no one showed up, our pals would all learn about the egg on my face. Or even better, when an elderly, filthy meth addict crept out of the vehicle.

Being the kind hearted person that I am, I let him drag me all the way. However, I had a hunch that she would show up. And I was now certain that she would seem just as she did in those photos, with the exception that she would be wearing clothing.

About twenty minutes before Sophie was required to arrive, we rolled into the parking lot. Gary entered the bookshop and started to look around. In the vehicle, I awaited. Gary was still inside when I noticed a Mercedes driven by a lady come up and park.

Just as it started to get dark. She was only visible as a silhouette to me. But I was certain it was her. Gary's vehicle was next to mine as I exited, waiting to see what she would do. She did not leave. Not for several lengthy minutes. She was probably in there, trying to get the courage to comply while taking slow, deep breaths. I was aware of her anxiety. In her emails, she had been quite explicit. Yet she was present.

After yet another lengthy wait, the driver's door eventually opened, and she exited. She was standing beside her vehicle, gazing around suspiciously, clearly hoping no one would see her.

She was there, in my view. And the lady in the pictures was, in fact, her. She was still unsure of her ability.

She looked scared, and I could see it.

I was rather pleased with her for making it thus far. I was observing her while leaning over the roof of Gary's automobile. My arms were supporting my chin. She still hadn't seen me and there wasn't much light. She used the key fob to lock her car after finally making up her mind.

That's what I was hoping to see. This week, she would visit an adult bookstore, but not this one. I stood up, and she caught my first glimpse. For a brief moment, she seemed as though she may flee. But she took a big breath and moved away from her vehicle, heading into the shop.

She kept an anxious eye on me as I got closer. She grew increasingly tense as I drew nearer. Just as she rounded her vehicle, I parked in front of her and blocked her path. I did not giggle.

"Hello, Sophie," I firmly glared at her.

Her face was showing a range of emotions that I was unable to keep up with. Before deciding that I was the one who gave her the order to come here tonight, she eliminated every person she knew.

That, however, was not a cause for consolation. She had no idea who I was. She was solely aware of my tales and phrases. She was intrigued by my tales, but she was also aware of how completely out of control her life had become at that moment. That scared me. She didn't know much about me other than the fact that I was a pervert. That doesn't reassure most ladies.

She fixed her gaze on my face as she considered who I am. She had limited vision. I was donning the mask, the commanding Master's face. I was taking the position she required of me.

She saw a big guy who was much older than she was. She saw a person who seemed more at home at a biker bar than at one of her cocktail events. She must have seen the person she anticipated I would be, in my opinion. The lady from those images was there in front of me.

She was so lovely.

Although she was wearing casual clothing, it was probably not as casual as she would have worn to go 250 miles to her sister's home. She had chosen her outfit to deter the throngs of horny men she was expecting in the bookstore.

"I'm proud of you, but you don't have to go in there. Not this time. Not now," I added after giving her some time to collect herself.

I extended my hand to receive her keys. She handed them to me after a brief moment of hesitation.

Then, after saying, "Very good," I leaned over, grabbed a handful of her long, blonde hair in my fist, and gave her a rough kiss.