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Brandt Honey totally shocked me last night. From her reaction to Moe's concerns, then eye-fucking my kitchen, to her spot on negotiations for our future relationship. Did I have a preconceived notion that a 19-year-old girl would be immature? Perhaps. I know I didn't expect her to be so sophisticated, open and willing to explain her wants and needs. Honey is perfect. She is everything I have never known I wanted. I held her hand as I drove her home last night, then I walked her to her door. She kissed me, just a peck on the lips before she disappeared inside. She invited me over for dinner tonight, so I'm going to take a few hours off to visit her and her family. She said she would cook. I'm excited to see what she will make, and if it's any good. I am also curious about the dynamic between her and her mother. I haven't been this eager to be with a woman in a long time, if ever. When she asked me to take her to the doctor for birth control, I was floored. I think I covered it well
Honey I led Brandt inside to the kitchen. I was feeling a little shy all of a sudden. He sat on the same stool as Moe had the other day while I finished setting the table in the attached dining room. I put plates on the counter in front of Brandt and started plating our food. "Where is everyone?" He asked. The house was quiet and I only had two plates out. "Moe took Mom and Brody out today. I told them I would have dinner ready when they got back since they got a late start. I'm sure they will be along soon. I want us to eat while it's hot and fresh." I smiled at him as I walked to the table with our plates. I wished that we were alone at his place. "I don't mind waiting for them." He told me. As I walked past him again, he took my hand and tugged me towards him until I almost fell into his lap. I felt his arms go around me and his hands settled on my butt-cheeks. "Honey, were you planning to wear this outfit in front of Moe?" I could sense his displeasure now and realized he had
Brandt As we walked into the living room, Moe muted the TV. Roberta must have spoken with him about the conversation we were about to have. It makes sense that she would have him here and speak to him first. Even if they had a D/s contract, she still has a life outside of that, that she has to live. Usually, personal life is not addressed in such matters unless it directly affects what happens behind closed doors, as they say. In this case, it doesn't, but she allows Moe into her home and life on a regular basis, as if she perceives him as a boyfriend. That is not unsual either and, in most cases, perfectly normal. For many, the intimate act of having sex or sexual relations begets relationships. For others, they are able to keep personal feelings out of the equation altogether. I found myself to be such a person, until I met Honey less than a week ago. I thrived on the control of a submissive, with no serious emotions. Now I can't wait to include my feelings in a relationship. We ge
Brandt I arrived at Honey's right on time. I was so eager to see her that I forgot to stop to get her a gift. She was killing me in another pair of short shorts that hugged her tight ass. I know she did it for me. Her T-shirt hung loose around her but went into a deep V, showing me the tops of her ripe breasts. She was ready for me. She was inviting me, practically begging me to touch her just with her actions alone. I wasn't going to disappoint her. First, I needed to ask about Brody. I haven't gotten to spend much time with him, but I know he is important to Honey. "How's Brody's arm? What did the doctor say yesterday?" I bombarded her with questions so she wouldn't think too much about what would be happening later. I heaved a sigh of relief to be back in her presence. "I can't remember if I told you that the doctor was waiting for the swelling to go down. Yesterday, he did another x-ray. He has decided not to do surgery as Brody is healing very fast, probably because of his youn
Honey"Thank you, Master." I said to Brandt almost breathlessly. Oh my god. I just thanked him for pleasuring me. "Yes, yes, such a good girl, thanking me for your orgasm." He had watched me the whole time, just like he said he would. "I want to try one of your soft limits now, Honey." Brandt said softly. I eyed him in confusion, but he continued. "You spread your legs for me, so fucking good, you little fucking slut." He pulled several fingers through my wetness and shoved them into my mouth. "Taste yourself. Lick my fingers," I stuck out my tongue hesitantly. "Now suck them." He commanded me, but he wasn't done. "I can't wait to have your aching pussy riding my cock, while I turn you into my cum dumpster." He watched my face carefully. Why was that so fucking hot? Why did I enjoy being degraded? We had talked about it but I wasn't sure I would like it. We both knew I wasn't any of those things but I liked it. I wanted more, as always with him. I writhed and whimpered, and watche
Honey Thursday passed. It was a long day for me because I had school and work. I called Brandt just before I got to work as usual but, very unusually, he didn't answer. I dived right into my job and didn't have time to think too much about it. After work, I called him again. That time he did answer but he blew me off. At least that's how it felt. He was very short, explaining that he couldn't talk. After all the attention he had lavished upon me up to this point, I had a hard time not feeling hurt. When he texted later that night, around 11 p.m, I feigned sleep, if only to myself. Yes, it was petty, but I followed his rules and was still being ignored? Nope, I would ignore him too. The next day being Friday, I got up early, made my lunch, then left for my early shift. If I half expected Brandt to be outside leaning on my car, waiting for me like he was last week, I was sorely disappointed, again. After work, I considered going to the club, to shake things up a bit. It was now going o
BrandtAs I drove to Honey's, I was still trying to figure out how much to tell her. This was the first drama in our relationship. As her Dom, I normally wouldn't bother telling her anything. My private life, outside of the playroom, wouldn't be her business. But this was Honey. For one, I don't want to hide things. Two, she may be submissive, but I don't believe she was one to slough things off. And three? I have a bad feeling she is pissed at not hearing from me yesterday. She has a right to be. Again, if I just wanted a submissive, this would be an entirely different situation. Instead, I brooded. I handled that wrong. In the drama of it all, I decided not to contact her mostly because I didn't know what to say. I know I should have checked in with her. She hasn't tried to contact me at all, so I know something is up. I just have to fix it, fast. I need her to settle me down, calm my nerves. Somehow, I know that she can do that for me. It's just that I may have to soothe her first.
Brandt I had gotten sidetracked on Friday, trying to make it up to Honey. I didn't finish telling her that Quinn had recovered. She would spend the next few days in the hospital being monitored. I spoke with the sister and explained everything. Well, maybe not in explicit detail, but I think she got the gist of things. Quinn's sister, Natalia, flew in from out of town yesterday, which is why I was able to go see Honey in the afternoon. I didn't stay to meet up with her after our in-depth telephone conversation. Our plan was to meet today at the club. She wanted to understand a little more about the BDSM lifestyle and see the club firsthand. She felt she would be able to help Quinn better if she understood where she was coming from. I thought that was a great idea, so I alloted some time with her. Then I was going to have Daniel take over. I had plans with Honey that I didn't want to break. The man at the door notified me when she arrived. I entered the lobby to find a stunning