Some women enjoy being kept by a man, as long as they're being taken care of. My Val will make me her king, and I will make her my queen. I will promise to give her anything her little heart desires, within limits, of course, as long as she behaves and obeys, as long as she complies with the rules. My rules. Without rules, there is chaos. And I don't do well in chaos.
I've cleaned out the closet, removing any and all traces of my collections. If she were to stumble upon them without my knowledge, she might become alarmed. It's not something you spring on someone without a full explanation.
For now, however, the closet only contains a few little outfits I’ve carefully selected for her. As I run my hand over the lacy garments dangling from the hangers, I close my eyes momentarily, picturing her in them. Most are her size, as I had sneaked a peek at her clothing tags while on vacation. But some of them are a size smaller. As I mentioned before, she could benefit from a few form-fitting ensembles. My motto has always been if you've got it, flaunt it. But she’ll only be flaunting it for me, no one else. And only in the privacy of our home, my home.
Speaking of homes, how coincidental was it that her former coworker Nicole needed a place to live? Apparently the house Nicole was renting had been sold, and she only had a month to find other living quarters. Cindy offered Nicole the extra bedroom at their home, which in turn made it much easier for Val to move out. Yes, the stars are aligning for me. It’s about time as I’ve certainly paid my dues.
Rather, I’ve paid more than my dues. I've supported two wives, giving them everything they asked for in return for so little. I bought them cars, homes, and one of them, a complete head-to-toe makeover. One plastic surgery procedure had led to another and another, and soon she became addicted. She never seemed to be happy with herself. Nothing was ever good enough for her. I suppose this town contributed to her addiction. She never felt comfortable around me when we were out and about. She always acted extremely insecure, always accusing me of cheating on her.
I hope I'm doing the right thing this time. I hope I'm not corrupting an innocent young woman. Val seems so squeaky clean in comparison to the others. On the other hand, however, she also appears strong willed. She has a burning desire to do things on her own. That’s one of the reasons I chose her.
Sure, I could've chosen Cindy or Nicole, the two party girls. I’ve seen them both before, studying them from afar, watching their maneuvers as they flirted with the hotel guests. But I know their type. I know it all too well. They are easily distracted and tend to engage in the silly surface drama.
I'm at a point in my life whereby I cannot tolerate any distractions. I need to focus on my plan one hundred percent. This time around, I need a solid agreement from a woman who wants to go the distance—a woman who knows the genuine meaning of commitment.
I make my way into the kitchen and over to the counter to uncork a bottle of Merlot. As I retrieve a stemmed glass from the cabinet, I think back to my first dinner with Val. She had ordered white wine, Pinot Grigio, if I recall. If she's to be with a man like me, she's going to have to ditch the white and switch to red. She’ll need to learn that red wine has higher levels of antioxidants. If you’re going to drink wine, red is the only way to go.
With the glass in hand, I take a seat on the couch and flip open my laptop. After taking a long sip of my wine, I log into my favorite website. I check to see who's online, if I have any new messages and if anyone's interested in what I'm offering. I see a few familiar faces and reply to three messages. Other than that, nothing new has caught my eye.
Reaching for my glass, I swirl the liquid, wondering if I'll be able to check in as much as I do after Val arrives. I still haven't figured out how I'm going to go about introducing her to my world. Will it be something she'll understand? Something she’ll accept? Or will it be something that will send her running for the hills?
13
Valerie
The minute I returned home, Cindy was all over me asking a million and one questions.
“So, how did it go? Tell me all about it.” She was jumping up and down like a kid in a candy shop.
“It went really well. We had a nice week together. I was pleasantly surprised by how great a travel partner he is. It’s been so long since I've traveled with someone.”
“You have a killer tan,” she said, eyeing me up and down. “What did you guys do all week?”
“Oh, a bunch of activities, David has a ton of energy, much more than I do.”
“When are you going to see him again?”
“You're not going to believe this,” I paused, biting on my lower lip. “But he asked me to move in with him.”
“Get out of here! Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I was speechless. It kinda came out of nowhere. But I—”
“But you like him, right? Of course, you do, I can see it written all over your face. Do you feel comfortable enough with him to move into his house?”
“I do. It’s weird because we had an instant connection.”
“Well, the timing is right if you’re going to take the plunge. With Nicole losing her
