Jonathan

Talk about the longest week known to man, and yet, for as busy as it's been, it's also been great! My schedule has been packed; meetings from nine to six, sometimes eight at night and sifting through paperwork every spare moment of the day. Izzy has been a godsend. She keeps me organized and on track and keeps the coffee flowing.

At this rate I ought to get a central line.

Everything has been great with her too. She's opening up more and more everyday. Her confidence is growing and she smiles often, making her feel like a completely different woman. I struggle to keep focused some times, I'm trying to go slow with her and it's damn near torture.

Sleeping together is both a blessing and a curse. She hasn't had a nightmare since we started, which I'm sure has contributed to her improved mood. Though yesterday I woke up to a different kind of dream that had her breathing heavily and grinding her ass against my morning wood. Thankfully she didn't question me when I got back from my morning jog, she just had breakfast ready for us.

Sitting here, half way through my last meeting on Friday afternoon has me shifting in my seat like a kid in school on the last day before summer break. Izzy is equally excited and has been keeping busy in the kitchen to stay distracted. We've talked a bit about tonight, what she wants to do and what she's comfortable with, but decided to play it by ear.

As the meeting wraps up I can't usher this guy out fast enough. I'd already read over his proposal, as long as everything checks out I'll make him an offer. With him gone my attention is free to be elsewhere. I find Izzy waltzing around the kitchen fussing with cinnamon rolls.

This woman knows all of my weaknesses.

I sneak up on her, catching her off guard as she licks icing off of her finger.

"Gonna ruin your appetite," I chide. She jumps, letting out a squeak as she hides the evidence behind her back. "Naughty girl." Eyes locked, I reach around and bring her icing covered finger to my lips. Izzy's sapphire eyes go wide and lips part as she watches me lick her prize.

"Now that I've had dessert, what's for dinner?" I tease.

"Wraps," she breathes out, flustered.

"Well the faster we eat the sooner you can see what I got you..." I say, walking over to the table. Izzy practically races me to the table and I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. With that motivation dinner is pretty quick. We both need to change, but are otherwise nearly ready. With our plates cleared and everything put away for the night Izzy turns to me, expectantly.

Who knew she could pull off puppy dog eyes?!

"It's upstairs on your bed," I laugh. Barely waiting for me to finish she bounds upstairs and beelines to her bedroom, pausing at the edge of her bed.

Her slender fingers dance across the red leather straps as she chews on her bottom lip. After seeing how much she liked the black body harness, I picked her up a different one in red. This one is slightly more restrictive and intricate, less practical for working in but just for play time... Perfect.

"Do you like it?" I ask, leaning against her doorway.

"Very much, Sir," she replies, flashing me a bashful smile.

"Good, how long till you're ready?" I ask, nodding at the bed. Izzy chews on her bottom lip for a moment before replying a half hour.

I nod and head to my room to change, finding myself ready far sooner than I meant to be, which leaves me pacing down stairs. Tonight I've picked out her entire outfit, laying it out on the bed, the sheer dress, red body harness, new red lace demi bra with matching thong, complete with black back seam thigh highs and garter.

Between picking out her outfit and coordinating with Anne the types of scenes that are taking place tonight, I've tried to take care of every aspect. Tonight I'm going to try and learn as much about Izzy as possible, setting the stage to explore further with her. Our chemistry is undeniable. Being around her all day, every day leads to a lot of kissing, touching and things are heating up at a record rate.

"Ready," she calls, walking down the stairs, with her shoes in hand.

"Damn," I groan, seeing my sexy angel in the flesh in front of me. The dress looks even better with the red accents then it did with the black ones at the store.

"Do you like it?" She asks, looking up through dark lashes. Her makeup is dramatic and sultry, with smoky eyes, making her sapphire colour sparkle that much brighter.

"I love it!" I admit, raking my eyes over her. "It's going to be hard to keep my hands off of you tonight."

She slips into her trench coat that I'm holding out for her and innocently looks over my shoulder, locking her gaze on mine. "So don't," she whispers breathlessly.

Someone's bold tonight!

I drop to my knee, slipping a hand around her calf before sliding her shoe on and fastening the clip around her ankle. How easily she follows my lead without words makes me grin. After a busy week this is exactly what we need.

She takes a moment to get used to the height of the heels before letting go of my shoulder. In no time we're on the road, making excellent time towards Bliss. The anticipation is thick in the car, I can see her tension but she's not anxious.

"Tonight is the first night we'll be formally out together," I say, cutting the silence. "You'll be there as my submissive, do you know what I'm saying?"

"Yes Sir," she replies instantly.

"Tell me," I command curiously. Anne wasn't able to tell me if she had ever gone to this level though she didn't think so.

"I'm to be on my best behavior Sir, as anything I do reflects on you," she replies.

"And what does that mean?" I press on nodding.

"Follow your lead Sir. Address you with respect, speak only when spoken to, talk only to those you allow..."

"You've done your homework," I muse, stroking my beard. "Or did your past partners train you like that?"

"Both Sir," she answers, knitting her brows thoughtfully. "I didn't want to make a mistake the first time I went to Bliss so I made sure not to offend anyone, but each Dom is different. One didn't want me to talk at all, I was more of an accessory, the other didn't care who I spoke to but I was to address them all by their titles and him as master."

"That's common," I agree. "Tonight we will be formal, but you can talk to me whenever you feel like it. This is about me and you, not everyone else." The last thing I want to do is get bogged down with idle chit chat and waste the night.

"Understood Sir, " she whispers.

"Avoid eye contact with others, but never me Bella," I say firmly. "Your eyes tell me everything you struggle to say."

"Yes Sir," she replies with a small smile.

I park the car and look at her, taking in her relaxed state. "You ready to go have some fun?" I ask with a crooked grin.

"Absolutely Sir," she replies with a smile as excitement dances in her eyes.