A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

25-Brat

~Caroline~

My Sir's tongue definitely was not the reason I had changed my mind and was now sitting beside him in his car on our way to have dinner with the Watson's. It was solely because he was my dominant, who had come home from work this afternoon and had nicely asked me to get dressed for dinner. Of course, he also handed me a very shiny set of new jewelry. I was always thankful for anything he got me but it was a bribe and I had at least ten more sets just the same in my jewelry box.

The time I spent standing in our huge closet  was plentiful. Choosing something to wear wasn't a problem, I had no one to impress. I did it in hopes that we'd be late and the whole thing could just be canceled. That was not the case, to my utter dismay. Sol had leaned into the doorframe and told me to pick up the pace. He didn't leave until I was slipped into a gold sequined dress with a plunging neckline. It was a form-flattering dress that complimented my curves and legs but it wasn't to short for modesty. The rest of my time spent 'getting ready' was uneventful.  

I was sure that when she had invited me to dinner she meant dinner at her home which was not going to happen. That was her lair. An inordinate feeling of satisfaction became me when we pulled into a restaurant-one fancy enough for our attire. Sol knew me well or perhaps it was because this morning after more pestering from him to accept the dinner invitation I'd said, 'There is no way in hell I am going to that woman's house and having dinner with her like you haven't fucked her a million ways.' Exact words. I know, jealousy is an ugly trait but what's mine, is mine.

After we were parked I let Sol get out and come around to my side to open the door. I took the hand he had held out and he pulled me into the chilly October air. "Please, be nice," Sol said once the door was shut and I leaned against his shiny black car.

"I'll try." Was my response and even in the well lit parking lot there was a shadow over his handsomely tailored face. That won me a scowl but nevertheless his hand drifted to my hip and pulled me against his body. The exhale I let out from suddenly being against his warm chest was from nothing but contentment.

To say his lips gently met mine would be a lie. His kiss was a silent taunt, fiery and demanding. Within seconds I seemed to lose myself in the minty moment until I couldn't think straight. "Promise me," He whispers against my lips and I shiver, not from the cold, his thickening beard tickles my skin. I let my hands travel up his chest and onward until I have his face in my hands. Instead of shaking him like I really wanted to I shake my head instead.  

"I can't make a promise that will more than likely be broken." Honesty was key. I almost laughed at that because lately I hadn't really been to honest about things.

"Caroline..." There was a lot of irritation in his tone and a little desperation but we both knew that I'd won this one. Sol scowled at nothing in particular as he moved my hands away from his face. "Come on."

As we crossed the parking lot I took the time to check my Sir out. He looked so fresh, so well-groomed in his dark Kiton suit. He didn't wear a tie and the button that was undone at the top of his silk dress shirt was enough to make me faint. When we reached the front of the building Sol stepped away from me to open the door. His hand didn't spend long out of mine.

I didn't get nervous until after the maître d took us to our table for four. I was kind of a socially awkward person but I knew that wouldn't be the case. I was scared of what was going to come out of my mouth. There was a reason I hadn't made that promise with Sol. When five minutes passed I couldn't help but roll my eyes. How tacky was that to be late?

It wasn't until after Sol ordered a bottle of wine and told the waiter we were waiting on company that the duo I had seen from afar the other day made it. Mrs. Watson was even more striking in person-of course, my fiancé would never have settled for anything less. Her blonde hair blazed under the restaurants lighting, framing a beautiful face with soft features. On her arm she had a handsome man, of course no one compared to my Sir.