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Cabron (Pt. 5)
I thought about Charles all that night. Including the hour I spent using my Hitachi Magic Wand on myself to take the urge off the sensual ache the memory of his fandamntastic footrub brought to mind.
I wanted him.
I'd be lying if I denied it.
Could I be this lucky? After a string of failed relationships with guys who couldn't be strong enough for me at the same time they were submissive, that maybe I'd literally stumbled across the perfect man?
I sure as hell hoped so.
I didn't dress too fancy. I wanted to have a wide mix of options. I wore nice dark jeans, heels, a decent blouse. He showed up apparently fresh from work. Khakis, light blue chambray dress shirt, and a tie.
Mmm. Nice!
I love a man in a tie.
He got out of his car, smiling behind his sunglasses, and walked around to my driver's door where he opened it and stood, patiently waiting for me to get out. I took my time and he didn't show the slightest bit of irritation. I held up my hand to him and he took it, gently brushing a sensuous kiss across my knuckles.
"Hello, Mistress. You look very nice."
"Thank you. So do you."
"Would you prefer me to drive, or would you rather take your car?"
He drove a new Lexus sedan. I assumed he had insurance. "You can drive me in my car." He quickly locked his and hurried around to the passenger side of my car to open the door for me. He waited until I was completely tucked inside, and he verified the fact, to close the door.
I liked that. Didn't even have to tell him.
Once he was behind the wheel and buckled in, he turned to me. "Where to, Mistress?"
That word, rolling from his lips, had me hot and wet already. I felt like saying take me home, but I didn't want to rush things.
"Do you know where the Columbia is on the Circle?"
He nodded.
"There."
"I love that place."
He took off and we talked. Before we reached St. Armand's Circle, I said, "In front of others in vanilla settings, for now, you may call me Ma'am instead of Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress."
I reached over and squeezed his thigh. "Are you wearing underwear?"
He looked startled. "Was I supposed to?" Then he grinned.
I laughed, harder and louder than I had in a long time. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun."
"I think you're right."
We had a wonderful dinner and talked for three hours. He offered his arm for me to hold as we walked back to my car. I didn't have to prompt him to open doors, he never made me wait. We discussed everything under the sun from politics to religion and music, yet still we failed to scare the other off. Before he started my car, I could see in the light from a streetlamp that he wanted to say something.
"What is it?"
He turned to me. "I had a lot of fun tonight. I really hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did."
I offered him a smile. "Believe me, I did."
"Do you allow for vanilla time in your relationships?"
"Of course. I also demand my partner has a mind and an opinion. You don't have to agree with me to respect and honor me. It's how the disagreeing is done I might take issue with. I don't want a robot. If I wanted a mindless pet I'd get a dog."
"Do you allow spontaneous displays of affection?"
I smiled. "Of course."
He leaned in and kissed me, one hand slipping behind my neck to gently hold me in place. I melted into his heat, wanting more, wondering how much the fine would be for sex in a car in public and not caring at that point. When he finally released me, my face felt flushed and I had trouble catching my breath.
"Thank you, Mistress," he hoarsely said before sitting back and starting the car.
Before he could shift it into drive, I stayed his hand. Then my hand slipped between his legs where I lowered his zipper.
He closed his eyes and softly moaned as my fingers crept inside, exploring. He felt hot and hard and while perhaps not quite as long as I first suspected, his cock was pleasantly thick.
No surprise, he kept himself nicely shaved.
"Oh, my dear, sweet boy," I said. "I think I'd like to see this." I glanced around. "Now."
Without opening his eyes, he whispered, "Yes, Mistress," and quickly unfastened his belt, then his trousers. Fully exposed to me, my mouth watered. I wanted to go down on him right then and there--hey, Dominant doesn't mean I can't enjoy sucking a cock--but that might be pushing my luck. Instead I grabbed him and slowly stroked, drawing another moan from him.
"Do you have to be anywhere tonight?"
"No, Mistress."
"Let's go get your car, and you can follow me home." At that, his eyes opened and he looked at me.
I grinned. "Leave your pants open. I want to be able to play with you."
He grinned. "Yes, Mistress."
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Copyright (C)2010. Unauthorized Duplication Prohibited. (Link to my blog, don't be a douchy dick and post it anywhere else. No, you do NOT have permission to reprint this! No, this is NOT a public domain story.)
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