Is This Love Book 1: Questioning Yourself

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Chapter 18: The Gala

Come on Jack, pick up! The phone rings two more times and goes to voicemail. Dammit! I lay back in my standard sized dorm bed and stare at the white ceiling.

‘Hey man, it’s been a while. I need to talk with you.’ Before I hit send, my phone rings.

It’s Sam. Ugh...not the person I want to talk with right now. I mean I do want to talk with her but I need to sort my thoughts first. I send her call to voicemail and try calling Jack again.

“Hello?” Jack answers, sounding reluctant.

“Thank god you answered.” I relax a little.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I don’t know. It’s me and Sam and I don’t know what to think. So much has happened and I feel like I’m going crazy!” I take a breath of air realizing I said all of that without doing so.

“Slow down there. What happened?”

“Sam’s different, you know. Like bossy and confident. She doesn’t act like a normal person, right?”

“Okay, I guess. I assumed that was just a side effect of being rich and popular.”

“I mean maybe it is, but relationship wise she is like that also. I don’t know if I have what it takes. I feel like I’ve changed so much. I don’t know if I changed because of her or if I’m actually becoming myself.”

“So this isn’t about Sam then?”

“Samantha.” I correct, “I think it’s more about me, but something’s about her too.”

“Who do you want to talk about first?” He questions.

“I guess I’ll start with me. First off...I like girls now…like I really really like them. I used to not really pay attention to anyone and I wasn’t affected by anyone either. Now I can’t even go anywhere without thinking the majority of women I see are hot. How can I stop that? I’m with Sam and want it to stay that way, but there are so many people around.”

“I’m pretty sure this happened because you know your sexuality now. You know what you want and like and can now recognize it. Congratulations, you’ve reached the horny teenage part of your life.” He jokes.

“Even if that’s true, I now have dark thoughts and desires. Like I don’t even know where they are coming from. I don’t know if it’s Sam influencing me, or if it’s me discovering what I like.” I flip to lay on my stomach to stimulate blood flow.

“I can’t give specific help on this since you’re kind of vague. I can say though, if you like it and want to do it or desire it, then that is you. No one can make you want something.” He explains.

“That’s kinda scary.” I chuckle, “I guess I’m not normal then. I guess it’s good Sam isn’t normal either. I feel like we are lining up and getting closer. I know I am. It’s only been a few months but I really really like her. I mean, I haven’t been in love before, but I’m pretty sure this could be it. And I’m scared. I don’t want to get hurt.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, Ily. What makes you think you will get hurt?”

“Well, Sam is so guarded. Like the other night she let me please her for the first time. She was extremely hesitant at first, and then after she told me to sleep in the guest room because she doesn’t share her bed.” I explain.

“That is a little weird. I’m sure there is a reason for it. Does she have a troubled past?”

“I’m not sure. She could and that would make sense for her actions. And also, before me, she was in multiple relationships at once. She said she was open with everyone and I trust that. But if she had different people for different things, how can I alone be good enough? You’d think she would eventually want someone else also.”

“Oh wow. Maybe it isn’t a good idea. She seems like a player. You may end up getting hurt. If you want a good pep talk, I would say you are awesome and can fulfill what she needs. Are you sure you’re the only one now?”

“Yes, I’m sure. She is trustworthy and doesn’t lie. I’m just scared in a few months when she evaluates things, I will fall short.”

“Don’t worry about that! You could never fall short. Just be yourself! If she ends up needing more, then it wasn’t meant to be. Statistically speaking, people rarely end up marrying their first love. It’s not impossible though!” He states.

“I don’t think I’m ready for marriage anytime soon. I don’t want this relationship to end.” I sigh.

“I don’t think it will end anytime soon if it does happen. I think there are things that need to be talked about with her for sure.”

“Yeah, you’re right as usual. I do feel much better. Thank you. I guess I didn’t realise the extent of my sexuality, because it all plays into that. And I fear getting hurt. Anyways, how are you?”

“I’m great! It’s so nice to be away from home. I might also have a crush!” He says with excitement.

“No way! Tell me about him!”

“He’s great. I know most people don’t think jocks are smart, but he is. He’s a football player. He also tutors me in chemistry. God I hate that class. Oh, but I do love watching him talk and try to teach me.”

“He sounds very interesting. I hope things work out for you!” I smile at Jack’s happiness.

“Me too. I might go to a party this weekend. The football team is celebrating something. I don’t know what it is, but they have parties all the time.”

“Good luck, Jack. I should probably call Samantha. I ignored her yesterday and part of today.”

“Well then, good luck to you also! Take care, Ily.”

I sit and think for a moment before looking at my phone to call Sam. She left me a voicemail. I should listen to it before I call her back.

‘Ileana, I’ve been thinking about how things ended when you went home the other day. I want to apologize for being selfish. This relationship is an adjustment for me. I will keep trying to be better. I hope you will still accompany me to the Gala. Please call me when you get a chance.’

Samantha’s voice sounds worried and off. It sounds as if something is wrong. Since when does she politely ask? She could have demanded I call her back. And I would have had to because of the contract. Maybe something is changing with her and she is trying to be better for me. I miss her.

“Hello, Ileana.” Samantha answers in her seductive Romanian voice on the first ring. My heart skips a beat and feels so happy.

“Hi.” I say simply.

“I’m glad you returned my call. I’ve wanted to speak with you since you left. When you didn’t answer yesterday, I figured I would give you time and try again today.”

“Thank you. I did need some time to clear my head a little.”

“How is your head now? Are we still on for the gala?”

“It’s better. I just needed to think of how much has changed and if it is really me. I decided it is me. I have changed and grown. I would like to be a better submissive for me and for you.”

“That pleases me, My Pet. Bev will drop off your gala attire shortly.”

I smile and butterflies fill my stomach. “Thank you, My Queen. I...like you a lot. I hope you know that. I also miss being with you.”

“I like you also, My Pet. I long for your return to me.”

“I should do my homework. I’ll see you on Friday.”

“I look forward to it.”

I can’t wait until Friday. I really need to get some work done. I have three more days. I should also try to work ahead so I don’t have homework this weekend.

****

Knock, knock, knock. Already? I’m not ready yet! I ran to the door in a towel. Bev is standing there.

“Hey Bev, I will need like 10 minutes.”

“That can be arranged.” I hear Samantha say from the hall. She comes in and closes the door behind her.

She walks around my dorm room. “It’s a little smaller than I remember. Kind of dirty also.”

“Stop looking around!” I yell. Gods, I should have cleaned a little.

“Are you giving me demands now, My Pet?” Samantha questions with a smirk.

Before I have time to respond, she is inches away from my face, waiting for an answer. The desire in her eyes penetrates me and sends shivers throughout my body.

“Umm….no, My Queen. It was a suggestion.” I say shyly. I’ve missed her. I can’t help these butterflies and giddy feelings. I need to kiss her.

As if reading my mind, she grasps the back of my neck and pulls me into a passionate kiss. If it continues this way, we might not even go to the gala.

Samantha breaks the kiss, takes a step back, and looks at me. “Lean over on the chair.” She commands.

“Excuse me?” I question.

“Like this.” She bends my torso and lays my hands on the seat of the chair. She removes my towel and studies me in my underwear.

“I think this should be a new pose. We will call it ‘assume the position’.”

“Yes, My Queen.”

Samantha slaps my ass. “You will not tell me what to do, My Pet.” She slaps the other cheek.

“I will not, My Queen.” I smile. I could get used to this. I may give a demand just to feel this.

She smacks each cheek one more time. “Let’s get you dressed. We have about seven minutes left.”

“Awe...okay.” I pout and start getting ready again. I didn’t think it was possible; but we managed to get me in the dress, put my shoes on, and quickly do up my hair in seven minutes.

“You look delicious.” Samantha states while she is ogling me and I take the chance to do the same.

Wow. She is in an elegant, long, dark blue dress that has one shoulder strap. It has a long, black mesh section down each side. Her outfit is complete with diamond earrings, a necklace, black high heels, and a matching handbag.

“One thing is missing.” Samantha says when she finishes her observations. She takes a long black jewelry case from her hand bag.

I open the box, inside is a necklace with a circle pendant covered in teal stones. This matches my teal sleeveless dress perfectly.

“This will be your first collar from me. It is a day collar. Most people will not understand the meaning and think it’s a beautiful necklace. Those that do recognize it, will know you belong to me.” She explains.

“Oh, wow. It’s so gorgeous!” I take it from the box. A necklace that is a collar. She wants everyone to know I’m hers. I’m so happy I could scream!

Samantha takes it from me and puts it on. She kisses the back of my neck and says, “I hope you like it, My Pet.”

“I love it.” I say as I spin to face her. The necklace gives me another level of confidence and I give her a gentle kiss.

***

Bev drops us off at the entrance. There are tons of people surrounding the entrance, along with many paparazzi. Samantha exits first and then holds a hand to help me out and I willingly take it. It is so hard to scooch out of a limo in this dress.

“Sam, Sam, Samantha, Samantha, over here, who’s that with you?” The paparazzi keep shouting. Samantha ignores them and leads me inside.

I walk confidently next to her. This is easier than I thought it would be. We make our rounds looking at all the photos and paintings around us. There is this one painting that has a naked woman in a similar position that I was in earlier. My heart skips a beat and I let a small gap out remembering our prior experience.

“You like that one, I take it?” Samantha asks.

“Yes, I do.” I do, I do like it and I do to you. Please let me ‘assume the position’ a lot more.

“We will buy that one then.” I follow Samantha to the bid table. I see that the current bid is $15,000. Holy, that is a lot for this painting.

We continue to slowly walk and view the art. There is nothing that catches my eye quite like that one.

“Ah, Kevin. This is Ileana.” Samantha introduces me to a short, stout man who is balding.

“Pleased to meet you.” He says and kisses next to each of my cheeks.

“You too?” I question.

“Ily, this is my manager for acting. He does most of the work for me. He finds the roles and deals with all the details.”

“Thank you for saving her time to spend with me.” I say.

He nods at me and whispers in Samantha’s ear. After a minute, he walks away.

“What was that about?” I ask Samantha.

“Nothing much, he was just warning me about the image and how close we look tonight. To that, I said fuck him.” She puts her arm around my waist and we walk together. It almost seems like she is parading me around.

“Would you like to dance?” Sam asks me.

“Actually, yes, I would like that.” I smile. This is the first time I’ve truly wanted to dance with someone. I wish it was slow music all night long. We make our way to the second floor.

The double doors before us open, and we walk into the most elegant ballroom I have ever seen. There are chandeliers hanging all over the tall ceiling. The band looks more like a mini orchestra and the wooden dance floor looks as smooth as silk.

There are many couples ballroom dancing across the floor.

“Uh...I don’t think I can do this. I thought it was like a dance dance. Not fancy dance.”

“It’s quite simple. I’m sure you will pick up on it quickly. It’s just like everything else I have taught you; follow my lead.”

Samantha shows me where to place my hands and how to move by feel. Before long, I have it and I’m ballroom dancing with her.

“Wow, this is kind of fun!” I say.

“It is. Hold on.” Samantha tips me down and kisses my neck. Damn, that feels good. I place my hand on her cheek and kiss her lips tenderly. What did I just do? I just kissed her in a room full of people! This is in public! I start to freak out a little.

Samantha must see the fear in my eyes. “Don’t worry, My Pet. This is a closed event. Even if a picture is taken, I am with you. Let’s make the world jealous.”

That is exactly what I want! Yes, let’s make them jealous. The world can bow down and worship our relationship. Wow, where did those strong feelings come from?

“Yes, Sam, My Queen.” I whisper back.

Sam shakes her shoulder. “Let’s get out of here, we need a proper night together. I have missed you.”









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