A Subs Life (Story 1) ✔️

29-Curious Caroline

~Caroline~

I had never felt more pressured to get information from my Sir and I unlike me, he was very good at giving nothing away. I wanted to hound him about his meeting with the woman who had brought this beautiful man into the world...into my life. What was she like? Why had she given him up? Was Davina still the same woman she had been over four decades ago?

All these unanswered questions that not even he knew the answers to and yet here I was...as curious as ever. But despite, during our four a.m. 'snack', I couldn't bring myself to ask him how it had went again. He didn't want to talk about it and as much as it was bothering me now, I had to respect that.

"So...How was it?" Sol asked when our food was gone and the conversation we had made throughout eating had ceased. It was great and it was a pleasure to just sit with my man, no matter how late it was into the night, and talk about things. Random things...and anything.

I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have him as I smiled and leaned back in the dining chair to study him. When had he undone the first few buttons on his silky blue button-up? "It was...the most amazing thing I have ever tasted. Thank you, My Love," I finally replied. The pop of his brow made my stomach flutter.

"Is it? Well...just wait until you have tasted your desert." The anticipation in his promise was enough to kill me slowly and most certainly pleasantly. I swallowed hard when he stared at me over the rim of his shock top glass as he took a drink. I was sure I actually squirmed in my seat.

"I'm ready for it."

"Are you?" It was one of those questions that he knew the answer to but I didn't. I knew my Sir but no one ever truly knew what went on in someone else mind. I knew that not answering his question was definitely accounted for. "Let's clean up..." I watched him, take our plates from the table after he stood and started for the kitchen. I was nervous, antsy, all in one and I didn't really know why. What was he thinking?

Few words were phonetic as we did just that...In no time the kitchen was clean again, no sign that it had even been used and Sol took my hand. I let him guide me down the hallway, hiding my excitement about what exactly we were going to achieve before daylight came.

Once we were inside of our bedroom, he left me in the middle of the room and went to the closet. I waited very patiently and the ten seconds he was gone felt like an eternity before my Sir returned. "I want you naked." The command was simple and my eyes left his face, to his hands. I knew exactly what the black, silk piece of cloth would be used for.

Sol watched me, as I easily slipped my t-shirt over my head, leaving my breast and belly naked. I felt very satisfied when his eyes checked me out. I might not know what was going on in his head but I knew when my Sir was feeling lustful because his blue eyes darkened a shade deeper. Next, I hooked my thumbs on the waistband of my cotton shorts and pushed them down. In a second I was completely naked for him.

"Turn around." He finally said. Although I would be happy to just stand there, watching him ogle over me, I did what he wished and turned around. I fully expected him to tie my hands with the silk when I heard him come to stand behind me but he didn't. For several moments we just stood there in silence...and then there was darkness that turned our bedroom into charcoal. The silk felt pleasant on my skin, over my eyes.

I couldn't help but feel excited when it was tied perfectly. Not to lose or to tight. My Sir knew how to do things so perfectly, most of the time. I was dying to ask what he had planned, dying to ask a lot of things but I stayed quiet. "You trust me?" He asked quietly against my ear and I sighed deeply as his fingertips ran along my spine slowly. With my life...