A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

16-Provocation & Puppies

~Caroline~

Glancing at Sol's reflection in the mirror, I followed the movements of his hands. He was standing in front of the full length mirror in the our Suit, knotting  his black tie  into place. I loved his tall, muscular physique that he worked on weekly for matters of being healthy more than attractive. I, of course enjoyed the attraction of my Sir but of course I was glad he was healthy. His body was strong and especially dominating. His disarmingly blue eyes fit with the rest of him, even when they had that deviant little glint...and they had lately.

"You look amazing, Caroline" Sol said when he noticed my creeping eyes on him as I sat at the edge of the impossibly comfortable bed, strapping myself into a new pair of Guiseppe Zenotti's. I had itched in annoyance when Sol announced he was leaving the city for a week to go on a business trip...it was either stay behind and continue the plight of planning our wedding or come along. I came along because lets face it, neither of us had ever spent a week apart in our entire relationship. Sol was needy and I got lonely far to easily.

I got up and  approached him them, the cotton material of my dress ended at my knees. I knew the natural sway of my hips would make me seem arrogant but it only mattered what my Sir thought. Once I reached him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and tipped my head backwards to look up at him. 'So do you.' I replied before I stepped up and grudgingly pulled him down for a kiss. He reluctantly broke away and took my hand. "Come on, or we will be late." Sol urged and I hid my little eyeroll. If only my life didn't consist of going to boring dinners with colleagues of his. I always died from boredom. Hadn't we just attended one of these just weeks ago...of course, how could I have forgotten Zander standing there like a horny boy watching a porno for the first time.

The dinner was in the prestigious dining hall on the first floor of the hotel. I looked up at the dome shaped ceiling that was painted beautifully while my fingers were intertwined with my Sir's. Soon we were both sipping glasses of champagne and Sol was promptly greeted by various acquaintances of his. I almost always kept my mouth shut at these types of things, mostly because my boredom would definitely show and I didn't want to embarrass him around his old friends. Besides, I didn't mind hanging on his arm to be shown off as his most priced possession.  I just observed, everything, especially my man. His voice commanded respect and his words held the attention of anybody near us.

Of course Sol noticed when I finally let his arm go and followed along like a babe duck. Tapping my foot impatiently, examining my freshly garnish nails and taking the chocolate covered strawberries from the waiters tray as they passed me occasionally. Finally when it seemed he wasn't in conversation with anyone else for the moment he fell back beside me and leaned into my ear, "Should I take you into one of the bathrooms and fuck your adorable little mouth until you promise to at least be slightly interested in this outing?" Even though a deep blush crept up my neck and invaded my cheeks, a feeling of mischeif  washed over me. I was feeling bold...I was feeling even a little rebellious. I had been such a good girl for weeks now.

"I think it would be much better suited inside of me, Sol." The way his sparkley diamonds widened at my suggestion told me I might have already gone a little to far but the excitement that fluttered in my tummy was undeniable and I had to quench my threatening smirk. It had been so, so long since I had pushed him.

"What did you just say-I think you should let me decide just where my cock is better suited, yes?" Sol narrowed his eyes on me. Clearly he had taken it as insubordination rather than a request. Choosing to use his name was a definite attempt to be disobedient. Of course, he knew that. He took my arm gently when I knew he wanted to drag me away. As we made our way through the crowded but not entirely overcrowded room, he continued to say his hellos and promised he would return for a chat shortly. We reached a bathroom with no issue and Sol locked the door behind him. 'What's so special about this occasion than any of the others where you thought it nessicary to leave the door unlocked,' I wanted to say but I didn't. The bathroom was as elegantly put together as the rest of the huge Hotel. The carpeting was a deep red and my heels sunk into the plush material. There were a few chairs and even a chaise occupying the spacious room. Who knew you needed all of this unnecessary crap in a bathroom.