A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

20-Under the table.

~Caroline~

Vin-Vincent Evans-was much like Sol. Incredibly handsome, wealthy and...dominant in all aspects of his life. He had a dark, smooth, spade shaped beard and a mustache that flowed into it easily. Although I was a woman who enjoyed colored eyes, his brown ones were dazzled with mystery and perhaps a little cuiousity. He was equally as tall and Spartan shouldered like my Sir. He dressed in the best of style...a man of worth.

His wife-Marisol-was just as appealing. She was a redheaded goddess and I'm not talking about those fake redheads. Freckles and pasty skin came with the package. Even though she was dainty, she was tall and leggy. Mary was Vin's most prized possession & like my Sol, he took pride in flaunting his property. They were the first of several of Sol's friends that I had met in the very beginning of our relationship and they were also standing just inside of our front door.

Neither of our guests noticed my presence as they exchanged a few words and after Sol took their coats like the gentleman he is, they went into the dining room. I watched in silence as he took the coats and hung them up. My belly turned in anticipation but more im anxiety at the thought of the nights unknown events. I absolutely hated that I had to wear this thin, limited, see through peice of clothing with a gaudy pair of stilettos. Plus a damn collar! My entire body was on display. I knew my body was a beautiful temple but I didn't exacly want my breast and vagina on display. The thin material that sofly brushed my nipples everytime I moved had them perking and the fact that Sir had intentionally turned the thermostat down, didnt help.

Seconds later Sol was looming over me once again in our kitchen. As I glanced up into his calm, beautiful eyes he gave me a soft smile. "You're going to be a good girl tonight, Caroline." He stated, a matter of fact and bent down to give me a kiss on my forehead. I was going to try my hardest. I got a good wiff of his cologne as he did so and I relished in it. Definitely something I would never get tired of. "Take the food to the table...Don't forget where you belong." With his command he turned on his heals and left me there. I almost wanted to grit my teeth and run to bed but I didn't. I managed to grab three plates at once and headed in the same direction as the three.

They were all seated at our table that sat eight. Sol at the head, and both of our guest on either side. All six eyes branded me like a hot iron as soon as I entered.

"Caroline..." Marisol's eyes lit as she looked up at me and her plump, pink lips curved into a friendly smile. She was stunning. "You look...lovely. How are you, Dearest?" She went on to ask as I sat their plates in front of each of them. I don't think I had ever felt more molested by a pair of eyes, as she gazed over my body. My reply was short and sweet.

"This looks wonderful, Caroline." Vin complimented, glancing up at me. I was greatful that his own eyes didn't linger like his wifes had. As I left to grab my own food I heard their forks already scraping against the glass dishes. It was so hard not to take a bite right there in the kitchen as I looked down into my plate. I had missed lunch and my stomach was not agreeing with that. I resisted the temptation and took it back to the table.

They were already in deep conversation and I wasn't surprised when no one have me a second glance when I took my place-on the floor, kneeling right besides Sol's chair. Even though Vincent really wasn't paying me any attention the fact that I was beside him as well, made this damn situation all the more humiliating. It's not like I had done something completely aweful. I would hardly define yelling no in a moment of arousal, aweful. I straightened my back and placed my palms on the top of my bare thighs. Slouching would just make it worse and soon my knees and legs would lose nerve on the hard floor.

The talk was casual, small...esspecially boring. Just old friends catching up pretty much and I found my mind wondering. I examined my manicure that seriously needed a redo, like tomorrow and thought about how my experience would be when I went out in the morning to choose flowers for our wedding. I still had so much to do and everything had to be perfect. Or I would throw a fit...I knew that Liv and I needed to get on good terms again because I needed help with all the planning. I was not going to find the perfect cake with the likes of Sol hanging around. Okay, that had all been my doing. Where would we even have the wedding? I panicked a little inside for a moment...I hadn't even went through a list of places to reserve for that-