His Baby Boy (BDSM) (ManxMan) ✔️

three

There was this bag of clothes that I had hidden at the back of my small wardrobe. It's a bin bag containing clothes I had taken out of the charity bins around. I had washed every article of clothing and even ironed it but now they were splayed out on my bed. I didn't know what to wear. It was five thirty and I was close to freaking out.

What to wear?

What to wear?

I finally decided on a white shirt with a large orange sweatshirt thrown on it, dark jeans with no rips and sneakers. By the time I had done something to my hair, it was five minutes to six. I grabbed my phone and wallet and ran out of the house, locking the door on my way out.

When I got to the stop near my house I found a black Camaro idling in front of it. I let out a loud sigh, my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. Oh shit. Did I spray? Was my hair ruined? I was still trying to catch my breath when the door to the car was pulled open and Hal got down.

The man looked even more gorgeous in a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, jeans and boots.  Not once in my life have I ever seen a man this good looking. I knew I was supposed to move but I couldn't, it felt like my legs were rooted to the ground. It took him a few strides to get to where I was standing, a worried expression on his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked and I nod.

"I thought I was going to be late." I replied, giving him my best smile. I straightened up, and ran a hand down my sweat shirt, using style of check if I had pit stains. "I hope you haven't been waiting for too long."

"I was a bit early."

Hal led me towards the car, his hand on the small of my back. He pulled open the door for me and I got in, he straps on my seatbelt for me and the smile on my face felt larger than ever. The smile drops and my eyes widened when Hal squats down and pulled one of my legs out.

My laces had come undone.

I brought my hand up to my lips, biting on my nails. It was one of the bad habits I had. I alwatched as Hal did several loops on it before tying it tight. He repeats the same on the other leg before looking right at me. His eyes were so expressive that I paused, my teeth just resting on my nail. He reached out and pulls my hand down from my lips and shook his head.

He gently placed my legs back in and shut the door before making his way to the driver's side, when he got in, he strapped on his seatbelt and hit the start button. We had only for a couple of blocks when he asks.

"How was your day?"

I couldn't possibly say, I spent the day thinking about our date, could I? I looked away from the road ahead to the man seated beside me. He had strapped me in, tied my laces and asked about my day. He had been so caring that it catches me off guard.

"Kitten, I asked about your day."

"I spent the day at the store. I attended to people who needed things and I spent my free time reading this book my employer gave to me, Crazy Rich Asians. Have you read it?"

"I can't say I have but why don't you tell me about it then?"

That's all it took for me. I was still in chapter ten but so many things had happened before then that I chatted more and about and Hal listened. I could tell he wasn't faking it and that just wowed me. No one has ever given me this much attention in years and I just wanted to roll around in it.

When Hal pulled into La Vie, one of the most expensive restaurant in the state, I choked on my words. Hal got down and pulled open my door for me, his hand outstretched towards me. I gently placed my hand in his and got out of the car. He handed the valet the keys and led me into the restaurant, my hand wrapped around his arm.