Scott's Dominant Fantasy (2 page)

April's eyes narrowed and she looked down under my desk at my pants. “Are you still hard, Scott? Is this turning you on? Come on, spill it, we've slept together, I know you, perhaps better than you do.” April's smiled coquettishly at me after her teasing and goading me on and I was excited by her desire to know, but did I dare tell?

"You promise to keep this between us. I don't want the whole office knowing.” I had never suspected April of being a gossip, but I felt it was important to extract some kind of promise from her.

"I promise, not a word. To tell you the truth, I was sorta hoping it was a girl. I never understood why some other girl didn't grab you up after we broke up and then I wondered even more after your promotion. I mean you make good money now.” She giggled again and I wondered if her words were a compliment to me or not.

"Well if I'm such a good catch, then why don't you want to get back together with me?”
Ohhhh, fuck, did I really say that.
I instantly realized my mouth had opened before my brain had thought.

Immediately April turned away and I thought she was leaving. “No, Scott, you had your chance. I'm not going there again. It's impossible anyways, I'm seeing someone.” April seemed resolved, but not angry and I realized I dodged a bullet because surely I had invoked her memories of that Saturday night.

Her revelation of a new lover surprised me, but I knew I was in no position to press her for details. “I'm sorry, it was an inappropriate question. I guess I'm still fishing for answers about why we broke up.” I paused awkwardly, but April said nothing and was still looking away from me so I decided to tell her. Taking a deep breath, I pressed forward. “Okay, you want to know, I'll tell you. I've been having these kinky fantasies about dominating a woman. I've looked at some porn and seen beautiful, submissive faces moaning and grunting as men fuck them while they're helpless. I have to admit, it turns me on.” As soon as I got it out I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was still worried about April's possible negative reaction.

I'm really not sure what sort reaction I expected from April, but I didn't expect what happened. She turned and looked at me and her brown eyes looked stunned like this was the last thing she'd expected me to say. Suddenly I felt afraid she was going to freak out on me, call me a perv, and bolt from my office, but she just stood and stared.

A few tense moments passed before I realized April wasn't going to run out of my office, but I wondered what was happening with her. She seemed almost too shocked to move as if my revelation had forced some catharsis of thought upon her. Having no idea what her crisis was I remained silent even though I wanted to say something. After a very long time, she shook her head. “No, Scott, tell me you're kidding because you can't be serious. Tell me you're joking or your making it up.” Her eyes flashed at me and her tone made me feel she was seriously questioning my veracity.

"No, I'm absolutely serious. Would I risk say that to you as a joke. I have the fantasies, more and more, but I have no idea why.” I felt like I was defending a simple truth.

April sighed and turned away and I noticed she was rubbing her palms on her skirt as if this had brought on a panic in her. She still seemed to be thinking, but about what?

"What's wrong? You seem terribly upset or something.” For the life of me I couldn't figure out was her issue was.

April turned to me looking as completely flustered as I've ever seen her. “Listen, this is crazy, but I never expect you to say something like that. It's complicated, but I need some time to figure out what to tell you. I'm sorry, Scott, but I can't talk about his now. I have to go.” There was no other way to describe it; April fled my office and seemed relieved to be getting out yet her leaving didn't seem threatening to me.

I sat in shocked silence for quite a while trying to absorb what had happened. My sense was she wasn't as upset by what I had said as she was surprised and baffled, but that didn't make a lot of sense to me. In the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder if this was somehow related to whatever happened on that Saturday night, but since I had no memories I realized I would just have to wait for April to clear it up. Only she knew what the problem was.

Of course, I expected we'd talk the next day, but Tuesday came and went and April never approached me. Strangely, she seemed to be avoiding me and both Wednesday and Thursday passed with no communication from her. As one of our specialized accountants for retail accounts, April had a corner office across the main floor from mine which means we didn't just run into each other that often. I thought about going to her, but that seemed pushy so I tried to remain calm and dealt with my growing anxiety over this.

Yet by the time Friday came I was in some distress and I needed to talk to April. Oddly, I didn't really know if the problem lay with me or her, but I sort of sensed it was more about me. Just before lunch I made my way to April's office seeking answers because the thought of letting the weekend pass without solving this seemed unbearable.

Her door was open so I took a deep breath and popped into her entryway with a smile. April was sitting at her desk looking at her computer screen which was angled away from the door so I announced myself. “Hi, April, I know you said you needed some time, but it's the end of the week and this thing is driving me crazy. Can we talk?” I held my breath waiting for her reaction and when her eyes looked at me it was an odd look, almost maternal, the way a mother might look at a wayward child.

She sighed which I didn't take as a good sign. “Yes, Scott, we can talk, but you might find you don't want to. First, before anything else happens, I want to warn you. This situation is going to be somewhat of a Pandora's Box for you. Once you open it, or in your case once you know, you won't be able to go back to not knowing. I know that may sound crazy and you probably think I'm being overly dramatic, but I'm not. If we talk about this it will change your life."

For me her words were close to unbelievable for I could not fathom what could be so serious, but I took time to pause and consider. However what I soon realized was if it was that important to me I had to know. I could no more walk out her door and forget this whole thing than I could stop breathing. “Well, you have me on the edge of my seat and I see you're worried for me, but I have to know. I guess I'll have to accept whatever changes in my life this brings."

April's face got tense like she was making some sort of final decision on her end. “Okay, but never say I didn't give you an out. There is no way we can discuss this here, so we're going to lunch and to my apartment. Do you remember what I drive, Scott?"

It wasn't until this point I truly realized how serious she was. If we were going to her apartment she wanted complete privacy. “I do remember if you still have the jeep?” I remembered going four-wheeling with her once when we were a couple. It was a truly eye-opening experience in seeing April's wild side.

"Of course I'm still driving my baby. After all I didn't get promoted like you did. I'll meet you at my jeep in twenty minutes, okay?” She gave me a look like all had been decided and went back to her work.

"Okay, I'll be there.” What choice did I have but to do as she said? As I left her office, my mind was pulsing with even more excitement over the mystery of what this was. If April had invited me to her apartment under any other circumstances I would have been thrilled and I would have assumed she wanted to get back together, but her Pandora's Box warning made this unlikely.

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Once we got into April's jeep things seemed to speed up, and I don't just mean her driving. After her rushed drive across town, we arrived at the same address she had lived at before in a modest, middle-income apartment building. Memories came back to me as we ascended the stairway to her third floor abode. The last time I'd seen these stairs was on that dreaded Saturday night.

However when she opened the door, I saw how different things were inside her abode. Back then, April's apartment had been a colorful place decorated with her distinctly female touch which included lots of green and yellow, flowers, and burning incense, but now there was little evidence of the colors, just one vase of flowers, and no incense. It seemed clean and neat, but much more Spartan, like a military barracks, than before.

The first thing to make me nervous were glaring signs of male cohabitation. The twenty inch TV April and I had often watched South Park on was now a massive wide-screen monster. Then I caught sight of a very advanced piece of exercise equipment hanging on the door to the bedroom. I recognized the equipment from its TV ad which was expounded by an MMA superstar who claimed if you used this equipment you'd get ripped fast, building bulging muscles and killer abs in weeks if not days. This seemed a clear indication April's new boyfriend lived with her and it made me quite uncomfortable.

April must have noticed me staring at the equipment and no doubt my face betrayed a certain portion of my nervousness about the situation. She tried to calm me. “Relax, he's at work and will be until eight tonight. You'll be long gone before he gets home. Go ahead and sit down on the sofa."

Somewhat relieved, I took the offered seat, but my mind forced me to ask her a pointed question. “April, I have to ask this, does your new boyfriend know I'm here?” It seemed like an intelligent question, but I was in no way prepared for April's response.

"He does, in fact Paulo and I discussed you quite thoroughly and it was he who recommended I try to help you. Those days I delayed and didn't speak to you, I was taking time to get used to the idea Paulo proposed to me. You see a lot of his plan depends on me changing and doing things I'm not used to.” April paused and then sat down beside me on the sofa. “Are you hungry, Scott, or do you want to get right to this?"

None of what she said about this Paulo and his plan made any sense to me, but I certainly wasn't thinking about food. “Let's talk; I need to understand what's going on."

April placed her hand on my crotch and felt me. “You're not hard now, Scott. Is that because Paulo lives here and I'm his girlfriend?"

Oh god, what is going on here?
April's question freaked me out and made me wonder if they were looking for some sort of kinky menage’ a trois with me?

"Well . . . I don't know. It's weird being here and realizing you're with another guy. It sorta freaks me out a little, but what I don't understand is how this relates to my fantasies or why you dumped me?” My question was purely defensive.

April released her long raven hair from its put-up office mode and shook it out. “Okay, but one more question before I answer that. What exactly do you remember about our breakup, specifically that Saturday night?” April gave me a look which told me this was an important question to both of us.

"I was here, you asked me to spend the night, but then your folks called. A family friend had died and they wanted you to come over. You asked me to stay here while you did and when you came back we had a huge fight. You were screaming and crying and then you threw me out. That's about all I remember.” I was being as honest as I could be because I really didn't remember any more.

"So you really can't tell me why the fight started or what you were doing when I came home?” April insisted I confirm this point.

It was embarrassing, because I knew I should remember, but I didn't. “No, I can't remember. That why I was so upset Monday morning when I begged you to reconsider.” I paused when a terrible thought came to me. “Oh my god . . . did I do something to you? Did I . . . hurt you?” It seemed impossible to me, but it would have explained her anger at me.

"No, Scott, not physically. It's almost funny you should say that because it's so far from the real issue.” She paused a moment and then started. “You're in denial, Scott, deep denial, but Paulo says I can help you. In fact he says I may be the only person who can help you, but if I do we're going to do this my way. First I'm going to reveal myself to you. I'll show you the new April, who is a person you don't know. Then if all goes well you will reveal yourself, or perhaps I'll try to force you to see yourself because that's where the problem lies. Does what I'm saying make any sense to you?” She looked at me with hope in her eyes, but I was one woefully confused and freaked out guy.

"Not really, but I trust you.” I replied feeling almost blind in this situation.

April pounced on that. “Good, hold onto that. We may need it. When I dumped you back then, I felt like I abandoned you because I couldn't handle the situation. I'm stronger now, because of Paulo, and I want to help you. I really do.” The look in April's eye as she said this to me told me she was sincere, she did care about me.

"Okay, I understand, so what happens now?” Being worried, I was anxious to move the process along.

April stood up. “I'm going to the bedroom to change. In a few minutes I'll call you in to see the new April. I know this is weird, but bear with me, it's my way of telling you.” She touched my face and then made her way across the living room to the bedroom door.

While she was in the bedroom I wondered what the new April would be. How had Paulo changed her?

April had left the bedroom door open a crack and finally I heard her sexy voice. “You can come in now, Scott. It's time to meet the new April."

As I stood up, I realized two things. One was my hands were shaking, but the other was my cock had become rock hard. My erection seemed like it should be normal, in anticipation of going into April's bedroom, but my fear and nervousness made me want to run away. Unable to stop thinking of her
Pandora's Box
warning
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I had to will my feet to walk toward the bedroom door, but when I got there I stopped.
I could just leave, call a cab, and go back to the office. I don't have to do this.

Then April's voice came again. “Please, Scott, don't be afraid. I promise you I'll be with you every step of the way. I want you to find the happiness I've found.” Her voice soothed me and gave my confidence a boost enough to grasp the knob of the bedroom door.