A Blooming Flower

Control - part 2

Jason

As I turned on the engine my only thought was Lily. How much I wanted to see her, to kiss her. I wanted her to make me forget about Katherine entirely. Just for a moment, that’s all I needed, my sweet Lily.

Why was Katherine so damn hard to love nowadays? I used to like how indifferent she was, it was sexy. Now it just pisses me off. She pisses me off, her stubbornness, her pride, all of it! Once upon a time I would have enjoyed punishing her for returning home in such a state, now all I want to do is run from it. I don’t want to deal with it. How can I say I love the woman if I’m running from her?

"Dammit!" my fist hit the steering wheel as I cursed out-loud. I was halfway to Lily’s house sitting at a red-light, furious. I was angry at Katherine, but more so at myself. I didn’t want to admit what I already knew. I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t love her anymore. That maybe I never did. Katherine was like Lily, a sexual desire that my younger self couldn’t resist. Am I just repeating the same stupid mistakes with her?

My hands gripped tight as I pulled up outside Lily’s house. I was supposed to know the difference between love and lust. Clearly I didn’t.

Katherine was a siren in her youth. We’d slept together the night we met and the sex was amazing. She was amazing. She was carefree and dangerous, to a newly found Dominant man she was like the holy grail. I was a sucker for a bad girl when I was young and Katherine was one of the worst. She wanted me and I wanted her so when she fell pregnant with Ellie I didn't think twice about spending the rest of my life with her. I thought I'd never tire of her ways, yet here I am.

Lily’s the complete opposite of Katherine though, she’s cautious and naïve. I don’t want to ruin her like I did Katherine. The thought that she could end up just like my wife annoyed me. I couldn’t let her curiosity lead her down the rabbit hole. The idea of Lily ending up with a teenage pregnancy, marrying a man who doesn’t truly know her beyond the whims of her body saddens me. I can’t let that happen.

If I was going to train her, I needed her to understand what she was getting into. I needed to put in some ground rules, take things slow. Lily chose me to play this role and despite everything, I accepted it. She was my responsibility now.

I text to let her know I was here and a minute later she came skipping out the front door. My hand came to rest on the back of her chair as I watched from the car, imagining my fingers running through her golden locks that flowed in the wind.

All the things I wanted to do to her, immoral, shameful, disgusting things. Fuck. I thought to myself as she opened the door, this is going to kill me.

“Good morning Flower” I said plastering a grin on my face while trying to rein myself in and remember the objective.

Her innocent smile brought back the memory of her sat on my lap, as she stuttered over her words repeating ‘good morning’ back to me. She was so cute, averting her gaze in embarrassment. It never gets old.

My eyes fell over her body as she wiggled in her chair. I suddenly recalled what lay under her skirt and felt a twinge in my pants. How bright was her ass now? Did it still hurt? It made me smile for a moment when I noticed her grip tighten around her bag. She was becoming more aware of my predatory gaze after what happened yesterday. Her nervousness only made me want to stare more though.

“Sir?” she suddenly muttered bringing me back from my sinful thoughts.

“Yes?”