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Short, but brutal [DOM+TaintedLove]

Despite himself, Don's eyes lit up as he watched her lose the struggle with herself. He fought the urge to plead, to make a stream of promises about how he would always treat her right, how he would never hit her again. It wasn't that he didn't think he could keep that promise, or even that he wanted to keep that as an option -it was that he knew what he needed to do at this immediate moment was to project strenth to her. He had to show that he could yeild, but only on his terms. He smiled as she bit her lip and set her hand on his chest and simply nodded.

Lifting up his hand, he covered hers with it softly, pressing it lightly against his chest. "Well, I think that the next step should be a proper date" he hesitated, keeping his eyes locked in hers "don't you? Now that you're mine" he emphasized the last two words slightly -knowing she would catch it, but not allowing her to call him on it "I want to do things the right way, to the best of my ability." He squeezed her hand and then took her hand and set it on her lap, keeping his hand on hers "I'd like you to be ready to go out Friday evening, I'll be at your apartment at 7:30 -that will give you plenty of time to get ready." He lifted his hand from hers and nodded towards the University. "You don't want to be late."
 
Desiree nodded meekly at his question when he told her that the next step would be a proper date. She almost jumped when his hand touched hers, yet quickly relaxed, reminding herself that their terms have changed. You're mine, he said, causing her to arch her eyebrows, a worried look on her face. What in the world was she getting herself into? She felt a shiver run down her spine. He misunderstood, she figured. All she was offering him was a date, not being his. "Alright," she murmured, biting on her thumb nervously. "Yeah," she nodded, for the first time since he assaulted her managing to smile at the man.

"I'll see you Friday," she whispered and darted out of the car, moving on with her life until Friday night came. It was then that she realized that she was terrified of the date - and that she had no idea what to wear. A proper date...She tried to figure out what it meant - on one hand it could have meant that he wanted to go catch a movie, on the other it could have meant supper. She let out a sigh, deciding that it would be the latter.

Quickly taking a shower, she straightened the long waves of hair, letting them fall down to her waistline freely in voluminous waves. Her makeup was simple as always - a hint of eyeliner to accentuate her cat like air, a hint of light pink lipstick and mascara. Her clothes were the most difficult part. After a while of hesitation, she pulled on sexy lacy underwear with a simple black dress over it. The dress was extremely tight although comfortable, showing off her beautiful body incredibly, a pair of thick straps leading to a square cut, showing off her cleavage. She put on a simple necklace made of pearls and a pair of simple black pumps, deciding that she looked woderful by the time she was finished - around seven thirty.

At that point, all she had left to do was wait and wonder. Hundreds of times she told herself that she made a mistake, yet for some reason her heart pace accelerated and her throat grew uncomfortably dry as she waited for him, oddly impatient.
 
Don felt no anxiety at all during the next several days, instead he approached it like a puzzle. He wanted her, but he wanted her as a possession, a plaything that he could utilise or not as he wanted. However, he didn't want her broken. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He was torn between wanting to humiliate her, and wanting to see her give herself to him -figuring out how to tease that out of her. He was more vexed than anything else, and decided he would simply observe how this date went.

He had grown careless over the last couple of years -he hadn't needed to put a lot of effort into wooing most girls, so he had forgotten what it was like to be romantic, or what women considered romantic. He knew that she would be dressed up -and he winced at the kind of place he expected she wanted him to take her to. Still, he had the money and it was worth seeing the results of this experiment. He thought about her, how her eyes had lit up, her whole being seemed animated with sensuality before he had touched her bruise. He had been too overt, he realised, though he wasn't sure what the right approach would have been.

He made reservations at a restaurant called La Bergerie and put on a dark black suit with a blood red tie and white shirt, wanting to look appropriate, but not over-dressed. It took him longer to get ready than he expected, and it was 7:38 when he arrived at her door. He knocked and waited, rocking on his heels surprised by his sudden nervousness -he hadn't felt like this on a date since he was 18.
 
Desiree stared at the clock, shaking her head softly. Things were already going bad, she told herself. How could she expect someone like him to change? He wasn’t acting that way because she made him, it was because he was that way, she told herself sourly. It wasn’t as though he had an excuse, either, he lived two floors lower.

As five minutes passed, she decided that he forgot or something along the lines, and was about to leave. She then realized that he didn’t have her number as was probably late. The frustration of trying to figure out what he was thinking, of waiting for him to show up – it was all extremely confusing to her. Finally, she heard the faint knock and sprung to her feet. Slowly, she made her way to the door, pulling it open. For a split second there was a slight frustration in her eyes yet it was replaced by surprise. She saw him in his home clothes, in his jeans and leather jacket, but never dressed so nicely.

Her gaze slowly trailed up and down his body, the girl momentarily tense as memories sprung back and filled her mind, until she relaxed and offered him a faint, seductive smile. “Hi,” she mumbled, reaching back to grab her light fitted blazer. “So where are we going?” She wondered, still speaking cautiously as though she expected him to have changed his mind and to come over simply to humiliate her.
 
Don heard her frustration as she almost tore open the door and read it on her face, and saw her expression transform from frustation, to caution to an almost sultry look. He smiled and bowed his head slightly "First, let me apologize for keeping you waiting -I lost track of time" he shrugged to signal that was the end of what he would say about it. "We've got reservations at La Bererie, downtown. Have you been there?"

Don stepped back and took a look at her. He smiled, almost leering as he looked over her dress, and the way it hugged her figure, accentuating her cleavage but in a tasteful way. He shook his head and then blinked "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just stare...you look absolutely stunning." He paused and sighed slightly "I was thinking we could walk a little, along the waterfront after dinner...it's a nice night." He held his arm out for her "If you're ready, I'm eager to take you out..."
 
Desiree noticed him shrug, nodding slowly. "No, I haven't," she shook her head, arching her eyebrows. "French place?" She wondered, stepping out of her apartment. She quickly shut the door and slid her hand under his forearm, a blush playing on her cheeks as he called her stunning. "Thank you," she whispered, looking away to hide the embarassment. The sudden change of pace and relationship between them was quite odd and she had a hard time getting used to him not threatening her.

"Yes, of course, that sounds nice," she smiled, following him out of the apartment block and outside. She shivered slightly as the chilly wind caressed her skin and hair, glancing back at Don. She wasn't sure what to talk about, she didn't know the first thing about him. "So...Are you driving us there, or is it close?" She wondered, leaning up against him slightly.
 
He held her arm under his tightly, enjoying the feel of her beside him. "Yes, I haven't been there, but it's supposed to be good" he said walking her down the hallway and out of the apartment building "I ...I never had much of a reason to go there before" he said, allowing a vague note of vulnerability to creep into his voice, though not over-doing it. He saw her shiver and lean against him, and he pulled her close "We'll drive there." he said, leading her quickly to his car. He unlocked and then held open the passenger-side door for her. He waited for her to sit and then softly closed the door behind her.

As he climbed into the driver's seat and started the car he looked over to her and smiled softly. "I thought I was going to be a chef when I grew up" he said conversationally, turning his attention back to the road "But I discovered that I'm just not much of a 'foody'...honestly, I'm as happy with micky-dees as I am with black angus" he shrugged and drove slowly in the direction of the restaurant, blending with the traffic.
 
Desiree nodded at his words, taken aback by the note of vulnerability. “Good enough,” she grinned at the comment about the food being good. He was so strangely polite and gentle that she couldn’t help but search for a trick in everything he did. In her eyes, he was capable of just about anything and while on one hand it was strangely arousing, on the other it terrified her. She leaned up against the door slightly, watching him as he spoke. “Really? I would have never though,” She giggled at his words about becoming a chef. The conversation was making him seem human and accessible, causing her to warm up to the man at a rapid pace.

“Well, you should cook for me then,” she smiled, instantly regretting her words. What was she even thinking? The first date was just beginning and there she was, hinting at a second one. Deciding to change the subject, she arched her eyebrows. “So what did you end up doing instead?” She wondered, looking at him for a few moments before turning her attention to the city again.
 
Don smiled and nodded "It's been a while, but I can probably whip up something decent for you." he smiled relaxed and casually as they drove. Traffic was light and it didn't take them long to reach the restaurant. Once there he opened her car door for her and then walked a respectful distance beside her. Once inside he held her seat out for her and then joined her at the table, thanking the waiter for the menu. It was quiet, and not many people were there, which was strange for a friday.

Don picked up his glass of wine after the waiter poured it and raised a toast to Desiree "To a beautiful woman...and what I hope will be the start of many more wonderful evenings" he said.
 
Desiree followed him into the beautiful restaurant, ordering something simple before turning her attention to him. She lifted her glass as well, nodding to him. It felt odd saying such things, something she had a hard time dealing with after all the fear and suffering he induced her over the past week. And so, she didn’t respond, simply nodding to him and taking a sip from the glass.

“So…Will you tell me about yourself? I really don’t know anything about you,” she pointed out with a smile, tilting her head slightly.
 
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