Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play (2 page)

“
Oh.” How
stupid of me to think Brendon MacIver would drive around in a white
van. He probably owned a flashy sports car, the black one in the
car park no doubt.

“
Suzie, is
this okay with you?”

“
What about
my car instead?”

He smiled broadly and winked.
“Mine has darker tinting.”

“
How do you
know that?”

“
You didn’t
see me in the car park, did you?”

“
You were in
your car and you saw me? Why didn’t you get out and make yourself
known?”

He took hold of my hands and
appeared apologetic. “I’m sorry, I was just checking you out. Am I
forgiven?”

“
And if I
hadn’t measured up, would you have left without meeting me?” Even
as I said the words, a little thrill went through me knowing I had
passed inspection.

“
Of course
not!”

“
I see. Would
you believe it’s why I arrived early, hoping to see you first and
being able to... check you out? It seems I wasn’t early
enough.”

I felt small and vulnerable
walking next to him. He was tall, more than a foot taller than me
and even in my heels, I only came up to his chest. But more than
his height, it was his powerfully- built physique which made me
feel insignificant in his presence. I had never seen him close up
before except on TV, so seeing him in person larger than life was a
bit intimidating.

“
I want
someone who is submissive.”

We were sitting in his shiny
black Mazda, an MX-5. He seemed almost too tall for the vehicle. At
the word submissive, an involuntary shiver went through me. I took
this in, as I repeated, “Submissive?”

“
Yes – I
want:

1. To be in control,

2. To have someone readily
available, and

3. To chastise someone to
comply with my wishes.”

“
Is this like
a definition of your ad?”

“
Yes, that’s
exactly what it is.” He held my gaze for a full minute. I could not
seem to look away. Many scenarios came to mind.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all?

“
So... have
you talked to any other women about this?”

“
No, only
you,” he answered with a slight grin. “Why don’t we take the next
step, I’m game if you are?”

It was crunch time! I was
hoping to have more time to make up my mind. He was looking at me
expectantly. He appeared relaxed and self-assured as though he was
confident of my answer.

I was definitely curious. I
always had been, but the question was whether I chose to satisfy my
curiosity with this handsome athlete? He was quite well known in
the football world; after all, Aussie Rules was our nation’s winter
sport. Better him than a complete stranger.

Having made the decision in my
mind, I felt shy and embarrassed. He was still waiting for me to
speak. I knew I could change my mind at any stage and he would
accept my decision. I had to trust him.

“
Okay, I’ll
try.”

He smiled briefly; the relief
on his face was evident as if he had been expecting my refusal.

“
I want to
take you to my place but until you have signed a privacy form, I
don’t want you to know where I live.”

I was puzzled by his
contradictory statement. “But how...?”

He had anticipated my question.
“With this.” From his pocket pulled out a black silk scarf.

“
O k a y,” I
said slowly as I understood what he wanted to do. “But what about
my car?” This was not part of the plan. Mandy’s words echoed in my
head.
“Don’t get in his car!”
I had already broken that rule. I pushed aside my
doubts as he spoke.

He shrugged. “We’ll come back
for it later. Now I need you to turn off your mobile phone.”

This request however, did cause
me to panic. My phone was my failsafe.

“
Why?”

“
Mobiles have
GPS tracking.”

“
Oh.”

He looked at me, waiting for me
to do as he asked and I took a few moments to consider this. Damn
it! I really did want to go with him, even if that meant being out
of my comfort zone. I knew who this guy was so it was okay, right?
I was certain I would not be agreeing to this if he had just been
anybody.

Eventually, I reached into my
bag and turned it off.

“
I will still
get to keep my phone, won’t I?”

“
Of course.
Sorry, but for the moment it has to be this way. Can you understand
that?”

“
Yes and for
the moment, I will go along with your wishes.” God help me if I was
wrong about this guy.

“
Excellent.”
He leaned towards me holding up the scarf.

“
How
far...?”

“
Don’t
speak.”

“
Why
not?”

“
Let yourself
think, think about what’s going to happen next.”

“
I….”

“
Shh, be
quiet.”

After having the scarf securely
tied, I had to admit I found the whole scenario thrilling. We had
been travelling for about five minutes in silence, except for the
classical music softly playing. My mind was filled with images;
images of us together, images I felt both surprised and excited
by.

“
Open your
legs.”

While he was
driving?
Despite my concerns over the
safety issue, I was shocked to feel a twinge of pleasure pulse
through me at hearing his deep sexy voice say those words. All my
natural instincts went out the window as I eased my knees slightly
apart.

“
Wider.”

As I complied, it felt like my
body was making the decision, not my mind.

My whole body jerked when his
hand moved into the space I had created.

“
Be
still.”

That was easy for him to say.
Considering what he was doing with his fingers, it was damn near
impossible. They easily pushed aside the swatch of lace covering my
sex, which was already aroused due to my erotic thoughts.

I was sure I
blushed with embarrassment as one digit crawled across my damp
flesh to delve inside. My first thought was to close my legs, not
because a guy hadn’t touched me there before, but because
this
guy was almost a
stranger and I was letting him do this while driving.

I drew in a
heady breath as his finger was soon joined by another and the
combination of the two almost had me climaxing right then and
there. This guy was unbelievable! If this was a sign of things to
come, my only coherent thought was,
bring
it on
!

For the rest of the journey he
would remove his hand, presumably to change gears and turn corners,
but it would return to once again wreak havoc over my senses,
pushing me close the edge and back. The first time he pulled away I
closed my legs, thinking he was done. He had quickly informed me
that he wasn’t, with the order, “Keep them apart.”

By the time I heard a metallic
grating noise which sounded like a gate opening, I was a mess. A
minute later I heard another similar sound and then he had switched
off the engine.

“
We’re here.
Don’t move.”

His door banged and a few
seconds later his hands were holding mine.

He untied the
scarf and I glanced around. We were in his garage.
After unclipping my seatbelt, he helped me out of
the car and guided me to a side door. He swiped a card and motioned
for me to enter before him.

I noticed a laundry and toilet
off to the right, before we entered into a spacious open-plan room.
Everything was either red or white with clean lines. Even the two
pictures on the walls were understated, large white frames with
black and white prints. The only other decorative items were two
huge red vases standing on either side of the wall-mounted large
screen TV.

My heels made a clicking sound
on the white slate tiles as he steered me towards the plush cherry
red L-shaped leather lounge.

“
Have a seat.
Would you like a drink?” He headed towards a large glass door
fridge in the kitchen area of the room.

“
No thanks.”
With his back to me as he opened a bottle of wine, I eagerly
admired his body. Ohh, those biceps bursting out of that shirt, the
jeans… tight, nice arse and the shoulders… yes PLEASE!

He turned around and caught me
staring at him. He smiled as he ambled towards me, carrying two
glasses of white wine. Ignoring my refusal, he handed me a glass.
“Here, it’ll help you relax.” Relax was the last thing on my mind
thanks to his skilful fingers.

He sat down
next to me and took a sip of his drink and I followed suit. It was
a light fruity flavoured white wine, not too dry.
Perhaps one drink wouldn’t hurt.

“
I like your
place.”

He smiled at the compliment.
“Thanks.”

I had another
sip. I still found it hard to believe I was here with this AFL
footballer. Mandy would freak when I told her.
Oh shit, Mandy!

I placed my drink on a low
glass coffee table and reached into my bag for my phone. He raised
his eyebrows with a questioning look.

“
I’m sorry. I
told a friend I was going on a blind date. She was going to text me
if I didn’t contact her within an hour.”

“
And if you
don’t call her?”

When I didn’t reply, he
demanded, “Tell me.”

“
She will
come looking for me at the park.”

“
Great!”
Getting to his feet, he ran his fingers through his hair in obvious
frustration. “When she sees your car, she’ll think the
worst.”

Silence reigned for a moment or
two. “Can you send a Facebook message?”

I shook my head. “No, I need to
call her so she knows it’s me.”

“
Ah I see;
she may think the worst, that I have you at my mercy. Hmm, an
interesting scenario.”

I blushed at his words, feeling
guilty at my cautiousness.

“
How will she
know you’re not under duress during the call?”

“
We have a
plan but I need to speak with her.”

“
What about
Skype? I have a webcam.”

“
Yes, that
could work. So I can’t even turn on my phone to check if she has
texted me?”

“
No, I’m
sorry. Come on, let’s fire up the computer.”

He took a seat at the side of
the computer desk out of line of vision of the camera.

We were soon online face to
face. “Suzes, are you okay? I was getting worried.”

“
No I’m not
okay; it’s not going well at all.”

I glanced at Brendon to see his
reaction to my words. As expected he appeared confused, but also
concern showed in his expression.

“
Great, but
why didn’t you use your phone?”

“
It’s
switched off.” My eyes again darted towards him.

“
Really? Not
a good time to forget to charge it. Obviously you are still with
him, so where are you? It doesn’t look like you’re at the
park.”

“
I’m at his
place.” I smiled and glanced at him briefly to reassure him I was
happy to be there.

“
So, where’s
Brendon?”

“
He’s here,
he’s a little shy.”

She rolled her eyes at this
comment. “So, what’s his address?”

My smile diminished as I
recalled I had no idea where I was.

“
Um, I’m not
sure.”

“
Didn’t you
drive there, you must have some idea?”

“
No, we came
in his car.”

“
Oh my god,
didn’t we talk about this?”

“
It’s okay
Mandy, really I....”

“
Well, did
you at least look where you were going?”

He grinned at this and I
couldn’t help but smile myself, at how apt her question was.

“
No, I didn’t
see a thing.”

“
Suzie, just
get him to tell you the address or you’re out of there!”

I glanced
over and saw he was shaking his head, with a determined look on his
face.
How could I tell her he wasn’t about
to give me those details?
Plus at this
point, I definitely didn’t want to leave.

I refocused on the screen.
“Look, why don’t we reconnect in an hour’s time and I will let you
know what the situation is?”

“
So, do you
trust him?”

“
Yes.” I did
trust him, up to a point.

“
Fine, have
it your way. You know I’m just looking out for you.”

“
Of course
sweetie, you’re a true friend. Thanks for being there.”

Brendon had switched off the
computer and was staring at me. I could feel myself blushing under
his piercing gaze.

“
So the plan
was to say the opposite? And you think it’s going well so
far?”

All I could do was nod like a
fool. I had no words to add. He continued to assess me with his
searing regard and I got the impression he was disappointed in me;
my looks, my whole persona.

He broke into my self-conscious
doubts, “I think I prefer Suzanna to Suzie.”