Steven stayed over at Jocelyn’s that night, but little more occurred. Jocelyn cradled his head against her bosom as they slept and in the morning Steven had to leave for an appointment. He made coffee and left a note hoping she would call him again that day.
As he drove off, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. He was thrilled to have reconnected with a girl he had worshipped in school but it was equally clear that their relationship was not an equal one. Jocelyn clearly expected to be in control and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.
On the one hand, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be involved in a sexual relationship with a woman with a body as hot as Jocelyn’s, even if she was at least as attracted to his money as to him. On the other hand, he got the sense that if this was how their first time went, he could only imagine what the nature of their relationship would be in a couple of months. He’d read enough porn over the years to recognize that Jocelyn was at best a control freak and at worst a full blown dominatrix who would eventually reduce him to a complete state of sexual slavery. And disturbingly, his cock got really hard when he turned that phrase, “sexual slavery,” over in his mind.
About two hours later, his cell phone went off. Jocelyn was on the other end.
“Hi Steve.” He could tell right away from her tone of voice that she was a little ticked at him for leaving before she woke, but hoped the note helped. “I must say I was pissed off at first that you weren’t here when I woke up, but you redeemed yourself by making coffee, and leaving a note with your cell.”
“Thank goodness,” Steven replied. “I’d love to see you again. Can I come over again tonight? I’ll take you to dinner.”
“Tonight won’t work.” That’s not true, Jocelyn thought, but she wanted to exercise control over the pace and tempo, and putting him off one night wouldn’t hurt. “Tomorrow is better. I’ll expect to see you at 7 again.” And after a little more chit-chat, they hung up.
The next night went a lot like the first night out. Steven drove to Jocelyn’s apartment, and they left for dinner with her driving his car. Dinner went nicely, and Jocelyn and Steven found that they had a surprising ability to converse with each other, despite the quite different paths each took after school. And they shared many attitudes about politics (moderately conservative), religion (agnostic at best), and values.
In the course of dinner, Steven found his attraction to Jocelyn growing stronger and stronger. She was tall, beautiful, and powerful and he found that combination increasingly intoxicating. He wanted to be with her. He had to be with her!
For her part, Jocelyn saw in Steven, perhaps, just the kind of long-term relationship that could work for her. She liked him: he was more engaging, and more confident than she had remembered in high school. Maybe it was his maturity, or perhaps it was hers. He was rich and money always helped—a lot. She had plans for some of that money to fulfill some of her ambitions. And, after last night, it was clear that Steven would, rather quickly she thought, accept her complete domination of him, especially sexually, but in other ways as well.
Jocelyn had no interest in carrying on in a relationship with a man she could not dominate and control on a daily basis. She had known about that aspect of her personality since she was young. Unfortunately, so many of her fellow police officers were the same way, any relationships started through her department never lasted. She wasn’t sure how Steven would react to the more extreme forms domination and discipline she would ultimately subject him to, but she suspected by the time she got around to he would be completely enthralled with her. Regardless, not being the most patient woman, she would press ahead just the same.
After dinner, Jocelyn wasted little time in going back to her apartment and taking Steven to bed. Jocelyn played pretty much the same wrestling game with Steven she had the night before, the only difference being that this night, after she flipped Steven over on his back and she climbed on top of him, she pulled her handcuffs out of the nightstand and against Steven’s mild protestations secured his wrists to the brass bedframe. Steven was in that position a long time before Jocelyn finally concluded her games with him and released him to actually sleep with her.
The two lovers did not see each for the next two days, as Jocelyn had the night shift. Jocelyn didn’t want to overdo it right away anyway. It was Sunday afternoon before they were able to hook up again and while they watched some football, Jocelyn decided to get some fun in before they went out for dinner.
“Steve, did you ever play cops and robbers when you were a kid?”
“Well, yes, I guess so. I don’t remember playing it much, though.”
“Really? I played it all the time. I was always the cop.”
“Surprise, surprise.”
Jocelyn let the silence go for several seconds. “Would you like to play cops and robbers now?”
Steven grinned, though a little nervously, “okay, sure. What do you have in mind?”
Jocelyn showered a wide smile on Steven. “Well, I’ll leave and you act like you are ransacking the place. I come in, surprising you, and we’ll just play it from there. Sounds like fun?”
“Uh, sure.”
Jocelyn got up and put all of her police equipment back on, although he noticed she did not put on regulation boots. She had grabbed a pair that went up her thighs and had three-inch heels.