The Fort Part 3- Looking Back
Chapter 23- Francesco's
© L 2025
As you select Wall-E for us to watch for our Saturday afternoon film, you jokingly laugh saying it was so temping to put me over your knee. You told me you remembered thinking, if I became too argumentative, or acted like too much of a brat then you would have. You added once in my hotel room the only real thing that stopped you from spanking me, was the fact you were sure the other hotel guests would have heard.
You recall reluctantly agreeing that I could stay, and while we both agreed it was difficult for both of us to say goodbye that night, you left a short while later...
That night I want to say I slept well, knowing I now had a firm plan, when a couple of hours earlier I felt nothing but hopelessness. But between effectively agreeing to move in with you, even as your tenant, and the paper thin walls of the hotel offering little relief from the activities of the other tenants, I really didn't sleep at all. At 8am I dragged myself from my bed, made my way to a local shop to get coffee and something for breakfast, when I say local it was a good ten minute walk, but given the hotel offered no dining facilities I had little choice. Back in my room I sat on the bed eating a flapjack, because that counts as breakfast right? Drinking the worst take away coffee I had ever tasted and scrolling through my phone. Do I try and sleep more, or get on with my assignment? Just as I pondered that question you sent me a text.
'Any chance you can meet me at Francesco's restaurant on Main Street for lunch'?
'Sure, what time'?
As tempting as it was to text back jokingly- don't you mean yes Sir. Given the context, you decide our situation was far too delicate to be making jokes. Outside our play sessions we agreed I could answer you in a way I would any other adult.
'1pm'?
'Looking forward to it, see you then'.
Francesco's was a lovely restaurant, overlooking the river, it had a big open fire place, beautiful bar. It was expensive, and as such attracted a certain, more refined clientele. I had only ever been in once before, for a friends birthday and I left a lot poorer than when I arrived. Although we intended at the beginning to keep a lot of our lives private from each other, over the months I learned what you did, knew where you worked, and I knew being one of the lead architects at the firm you worked for, that you wined and dined potential clients in restaurants such as this. So, it would make sense if you wanted lunch with me that I meet you somewhere you had either met clients earlier that day, or before they joined you that afternoon. I remember scrambling around in one of my boxes in the back of my car trying to find something better than ripped jeans and a t-shirt to wear. Other than managing to grab the same bridesmaid dress three times despite shoving it to the bottom of the box. The only other semi appropriate dress I found was my Johanne Ortiz dress that I wore nearly two years ago to a Christmas party at my work, in a desperate attempt to catch the eye of a male colleague that failed. It was a bit dressier than I would have liked, but I was running out of time. You hated me being late to a play session, I figured the same would be said for a lunch, um, date? I wasn't really sure what it was I was about to walk into, but act first think later, was lets face it, practically my mantra.
I nervously walked in to Francesco's, I was accustomed to kinky play with you, but a normal vanilla lunch? When it came to you, this was outside my comfort zone. I was met by a waiter, of course I would be! This reputable restaurant didn't allow their patrons to wander aimlessly. He asked me if I had a table booked, or if I was meeting someone. I looked at him completely confused, why was this simple question so difficult to answer? 'I, um, J Richardson', I blurted out, my cheeks flushing. Gees, now he's going to think that's me! But before I could correct myself, he said, 'of course, Mr Richardson is expecting you, please follow me'. It was a good job he told me to follow him, I'm sure if he hadn't I wouldn't have moved. I followed trying to pull myself together, I had been here before, I was essentially meeting a friend who was being kind enough to let me move into their spare room while I finished my degree. The fact three weeks earlier I had been forced to lick my friends arsehole, then his cock before he tied me up, flogged my back and fucked me was irrelevant, wasn’t it? As I reached you, you stood, thanked the waiter by name as he pulled out my chair and helped me sit, asking you if we would both be drinking wine with our meal. 'Yes, a bottle of your Sancerre Blanc', you said as if you had done this a thousand times before'.
As our waiter left you looked at me and suddenly frowned. 'Shit, I'm sorry, I'm so used to just ordering, I never even asked if you wanted a drink'. 'It's fine, I never know my way around a wine list anyway', I said trying to ease the awkward tension. 'You look amazing, do you have a date after this'? You say, half laughing. I blushed immediately, and the awkward tension intensified. 'Um, no. With all my stuff in boxes in the back of my car, it was either this, a bridesmaid dress or ripped jeans I've worn for the last two days'. I replied uncomfortably. 'I'm sorry, of course, I never even thought about that when I asked you here for lunch'. You added, as the awkwardness somehow continued. 'It's okay, makes sense if you've got a business meeting'. I said trying to bring some normality back to the situation, but you looked at me confused, 'I'm not working today', you said casually, and I point out the two piece suit your wearing kind of says otherwise. You then tell me you did have to go into the office on your way to the restaurant for a meeting. You told me you called your boss asking for the day off first thing. Which he granted as long as you still came in and lead on the presentation to your new client this morning. You then go on to produce out your briefcase two documents. The first a tenancy agreement, the second a suggested revised contract for both of us. 'I didn't sleep, I worked on these all night'. Yeah, things just got weird again! But as I started to laugh, my go to response when I felt awkward, you did too.
You explained part of you actually felt happy when my room fell through yesterday. You said you felt I would make the perfect tenant. We already knew each other, you knew we got along, we had similar interests, and we had seen each other naked, so walking in on me in the bathroom accidentally, wouldn't be quite so awkward. You said you hated leaving me last night in my hotel, even if my door did lock, you worried about my safety. However, you wanted to respect my decision to not move in until we had signed and agreed everything. So, you did the only thing you could do, you pulled an 'all-nighter', to put both contracts together.
Just then the waiter returned with our wine, poured us both a glass and asked if we were ready to order. I hadn't even opened the menu, so you asked if we could have a few more minutes. If I had been your submissive you would have ordered for both of us. But I wasn’t, we were a long way from that path, in a different part of kink town all together. However, wine was definitely welcome, both for the distraction, as well as slowly feeling the effects of the alcohol seep into me like a warm glow. As we flicked through the menu, you asked me how my latest assignment was coming. I told you I was struggling with it, not only was the topic particularly difficult. I usually tackled a uni assignment by locking myself away from the world and hashing it out over a week. However, on this occasion, I had started and stopped working on it for the past three weeks. It was now due in on Tuesday at 9am in the morning, in 5 days time, but that meant I really only had 4 days left to finish it. Yes, I was getting there, and it was almost done. I was generally very organised when it came to writing my assignments. Getting them finished a week early, I would spend the final week writing my bibliography and proof reading. While I was still confident I would get it in on time, I knew it wasn't my best work, and as I was on track to receive a distinction this could potentially jeopardise that.
In the fort you press play as we snuggle down together to watch Wall-E. We could continue reminiscing after, right now you wanted to hold me while I sucked on my pacifier, and hugged Radcliffe.