John decides his fate.

Sarah waited patiently for John's answer. Either another one of her dreams would be realized, or that fantasy would be over. John had seemed amenable, but this would be a big leap for him. He would have to share a woman with another man, or things would have to be broken off. Sarah wasn't about to compromise about Michael. She loved him too much, and if that were what John decided, she would understand. However, that would sadden her, John was fun, charming, and good in bed. She followed him with her eyes as he ate. He was focused on his food, but he glanced up occasionally, and she met his gaze. She had to show him she was serious about this stipulation to their relationship.

As the food dwindled from his plate, he felt resolution building inside him. Sarah had shown a glimpse of how things could be, and that had been enough that he had been **** to invite her out today. Something inside him had craved that woman he'd seen that other night, and it was ultimately that part of him that made the decision. He put down his cutlery and stared into Sarah's eyes. Sarah did the same.

"So, how's it going to be?" John took a deep breath.

"I can accept those terms." Sarah smiled again and rested her chin on her hand.

"Oh John, that was just one of the first things we will discuss." Her foot was again fishing in his crotch area. John moved his hands down to cradle her foot and massaged it lightly. Sarah closed her eyes and leaned her head back. The moment was interrupted by the waitress coming over to remove the empty plates. John quickly returned his hands to the table, but the waitress obviously saw what was happening. She said nothing about what they were doing, but her face went red, and she reluctantly asked if they would like some dessert. John's face also turned red, but he quickly ordered a molten chocolate cake while Sarah stifled a giggle behind her hand at the interaction. The waitress wrote it down and scampered away, still red-faced. Grinning, Sarah leaned forward.

"I'm sorry about that. I hope you're not a regular here." Usually, John didn't feel embarrassed about anything, but Sarah managed to poke through that facade. It was like this actually mattered to him, so he bowed his head slightly.

"I am, but making you happy is more important." Sarah felt some delight in that response, but there was no point in being cruel, so she lowered her heel slightly and let it flirt with his shins again.

"So where were we?" Sarah again focused her intensity on John. They talked some more about what they wanted from their relationship. John had done what he called "research" yesterday. Like Sarah, he had stumbled into a tantalizing world. He had always considered spoiling people his love language, and he loved the **** happiness on Sarah face when he bought those things for her.

When dessert arrived, they hashed out some details they liked. Firstly, they would keep the domination dynamic on the down low. At least when Michael was around. John could see the appeal of playing Sarah's stud boyfriend while secretly subbing for her, and he had enjoyed the sight of Michael helpless and horny on that table was really spicy.

However, John wanted to continue calling Sarah ma'am. He felt as if it was a sign of respect for her. Sarah didn't have any problem with that. John also wanted to continue spoiling her. He hadn't said anything about how wealthy he was, but one could conclude that he had more money than he cared to count, and what they spent on the last dates was a pittance to him. Sarah was still iffy about this but accepted it provisionally.

When the dessert was eaten and the check was paid. They got up, and Sarah saw John leave an extremely generous tip to the waitress. She suspected it had to do with her small shinanigans earlier, but she didn't want to pray, so she let it slide. Once outside, she demanded a kiss from him which he was more than happy to give. The drive back to her apartment was pleasant. They talked more about what they expected of each other, and they were outside her apartment complex in no time. It was more than late in the evening when they pulled up. It was decided beforehand that they would not spend the evening together. It mainly was Sarah's idea. She wanted John to think over today and be sure that he was okay with this and not feel much pressure by having to perform tonight. He had a different view but had accepted her judgment on this.

Sarah had him open the door to the car and get the bags for her in the trunk. He also kissed her hand as a parting gift. This wasn't enough for Sarah, and she smooched him on the lips. John did, as always, an excellent job with the kiss, and soon he was speeding away with his car. Sarah turned and walked up the flight of stairs to the door to her and Michael's apartment. When she let herself inside, she flung herself on the couch and signed with contentment over how the day went. But that calm was interrupted by a low moaning and soft thumping.