Homerun2611
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He had asked the question, and despite the obvious tells of her body, the desire he felt in everything she did, her unquestioned submission to all he asked, he still felt he should give her the out, and truly let her know the downside of pursuing what was likely to come.
"Yes sir, I still want to go... please." My god, the twinkle in Tessa’s eyes, and the eager but shy grin on her face, filled his heart as none ever had. He let his voice go softer, less commanding, as he brought his hand up to graze along her jaw line, pulling her chin toward his, her mouth toward his, “Okay Kitten, but remember, be careful what you wish for, and remember, I did warn you.” As he finished his words, his lips hovered by hers, he cocked his head, and brushed his lips across hers, before pressing in, and giving her a kiss unlike any they had shared before. He kept his lips closed, this time, and just enjoyed her soft sweetness, as he pressed in, a bit more, no longer denying. This was now a date after all, and so it seemed right to kiss the girl.
Even as he broke the kiss, he moved back only slightly, a smile creasing his lips, “I knew you’d kiss like that, I dreamed you’d kiss like that.” Clayton Was a dominant, but he was not afraid ot show his feelings to make sure she undrstood the tenderness and joy she made him feel. “Let’s go, I think we are finally ready for this night.”
He let her lock her door behind them, and then, rather than taking her hand, he wrapped his arm possessively round her, his hand curling around to grip her waist and rest on her hip. It was a short walk to his car, and he reached into his pocket with his other hand to unlock the doors. His hand was still around her, as he opened her door, always the gentleman, extending his other hand and helping her slip inside.
He watched her every move, a man should have to pay to watch a woman like Tessa, in a dress like that, fold herself gracefully into his front seat and extend her beautiful legs. “You look good there, as if you’ve always meant to be.” It was both an observation to himself and a compliment. He closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side. His Posche Boxter was fun, sporty, he had insisted on a manual transmission, something that gave him total control and let the driver get the full experience of the ride. He usually drove like he fucked, aggressive, in full control, pushing each gear to its maximum capacity and potential, and leaving nothing to chance as he pushed for supreme performance and thrill.
As he moved from gear to gear, his hand would alternate from the gear shift to resting on her thigh. And while the car was fun, the woman, was what really drove his motor. He played soft jazz on the radio, with only the slightest of ambient light in the car, but with each street light they passed he got a gorgeous view of her legs which made him smile. “Idon’t think I’ve ever had you in the Porsche before have I?” And while those words would soon mean much more, the ways he would enjoy her in and on top of, this very car, in the moment he simply meant as a passenger.
The more serious conversations could wait until dinner, this was more background, but he was curious, “When did you first realize you were a submissive Tess? Were you young, or not until after you became an adult?”
"Yes sir, I still want to go... please." My god, the twinkle in Tessa’s eyes, and the eager but shy grin on her face, filled his heart as none ever had. He let his voice go softer, less commanding, as he brought his hand up to graze along her jaw line, pulling her chin toward his, her mouth toward his, “Okay Kitten, but remember, be careful what you wish for, and remember, I did warn you.” As he finished his words, his lips hovered by hers, he cocked his head, and brushed his lips across hers, before pressing in, and giving her a kiss unlike any they had shared before. He kept his lips closed, this time, and just enjoyed her soft sweetness, as he pressed in, a bit more, no longer denying. This was now a date after all, and so it seemed right to kiss the girl.
Even as he broke the kiss, he moved back only slightly, a smile creasing his lips, “I knew you’d kiss like that, I dreamed you’d kiss like that.” Clayton Was a dominant, but he was not afraid ot show his feelings to make sure she undrstood the tenderness and joy she made him feel. “Let’s go, I think we are finally ready for this night.”
He let her lock her door behind them, and then, rather than taking her hand, he wrapped his arm possessively round her, his hand curling around to grip her waist and rest on her hip. It was a short walk to his car, and he reached into his pocket with his other hand to unlock the doors. His hand was still around her, as he opened her door, always the gentleman, extending his other hand and helping her slip inside.
He watched her every move, a man should have to pay to watch a woman like Tessa, in a dress like that, fold herself gracefully into his front seat and extend her beautiful legs. “You look good there, as if you’ve always meant to be.” It was both an observation to himself and a compliment. He closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side. His Posche Boxter was fun, sporty, he had insisted on a manual transmission, something that gave him total control and let the driver get the full experience of the ride. He usually drove like he fucked, aggressive, in full control, pushing each gear to its maximum capacity and potential, and leaving nothing to chance as he pushed for supreme performance and thrill.
As he moved from gear to gear, his hand would alternate from the gear shift to resting on her thigh. And while the car was fun, the woman, was what really drove his motor. He played soft jazz on the radio, with only the slightest of ambient light in the car, but with each street light they passed he got a gorgeous view of her legs which made him smile. “Idon’t think I’ve ever had you in the Porsche before have I?” And while those words would soon mean much more, the ways he would enjoy her in and on top of, this very car, in the moment he simply meant as a passenger.
The more serious conversations could wait until dinner, this was more background, but he was curious, “When did you first realize you were a submissive Tess? Were you young, or not until after you became an adult?”