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was more focused upon her than it seemed.
     
    “Sometimes,” Elena admitted.  “It is always something different.  I like that aspect.  It’s a smaller firm so we can provide more personal attention.”
     
    “Open your legs,” Michael ordered and Elena hesitated, not sure she had heard him correctly.  It was such an abrupt shift in topic that Elena initially felt confused.  Elena looked at him, as though for clarification and Michael repeated the words in the same even tone.  “Open your legs.”
     
    Elena hesitated, wondering why Michael would tell her to do such a thing.  He said it in such a matter-of-fact way too, that she wondered why she was second-guessing just doing it.  She thought back to their previous date and remembered the wonderful outcome of following along with Michael’s orders.  This could lead to something fun and Elena knew if she wanted to stop, she would. 
     
    She parted her legs, feeling bold as she did so.  Her dress was blue and shorter than the black one she had worn on their previous date and though her underwear wasn’t quite on display, she still felt very exposed.  It was thrilling to her, though she felt nervous for reasons she could not really articulate.
     
    Michael reached over with one hand and pulled Elena’s dress up so the tops of her thighs were bared.  She began breathing harder just at his touch.  He rested his hand on her thigh.  She spread her legs farther in anticipation, but he simply chuckled and kept his hand in place. 
     
    “So greedy,” he said with an affectionate tone to his voice.  His hand remained high on her thigh, but he wasn’t touching her in the ways she wanted.  It was teasing, a very simple torture that was quickly making her very excited.  She didn’t think Michael’s control was very strong, but it seemed that his every movement was designed to prove her wrong.  She was determined not to let him know exactly how much he was affecting her.
     
    When they reached the restaurant, Elena was a bit disappointed that Michael pulled his hand away, but she smiled at him.  Had she really expected him to keep touching her right there in the parking lot?  They were seated and Michael offered to order for her again.  Elena just nodded, not quite trusting her voice as she was feeling aroused.
     
    “You’re wet, aren’t you?” he asked, so directly and she felt herself blushing.  She nodded again.  How could he ask her such a thing in such a public place?  And why did those words make her so wet?
     
    “Tell me,” he said. 
     
    She shook her head, unsure that she could speak those words, could make that admission to him.  Was he aroused as well?  She wouldn’t know just to look at him.  Yet the words he was saying seemed so rife with sexual meaning; how could he not be aroused?
     
    “Tell me, Elena,” he said again, his tone even as she blushed beneath his gaze.  It was true, so why didn’t she want to admit it?  It was the act of saying the words that seemed to be so hard for her.
     
    Still, the words came.  “I’m wet,” she said in a quiet voice.  Just saying the words aloud to him made her more excited. 
     
    “Good,” he said in that same tone.  “I like you that way.”  The waiter appeared again with their drinks and Michael exchanged a few words with him, as though completely unaffected by the heated exchange between them.
     
    Elena noticed the ease with which Michael interacted with people, never losing control of himself.  She glanced at him, so handsome in his suit and she was feeling a bit fancy herself in her new blue dress.  She didn’t indulge often in shopping, but the smile on Michael’s face made her feel he was pleased with her and that made her feel pleased with herself.  She wasn’t quite sure why his approval mattered so much to her, but it did.
     
    “Tell me about your day,” Michael said, taking a sip of the wine that he’d ordered.  Elena took a sip, too, which