“I’ve got so much in store for us tonight, sweetheart. I’ve been planning this moment for years. Playing out every last detail, first I want to bestow this gift to you. Please lift my tie over your eyes for a moment and look down.”
I do as he sweetly instructs and glance down to see him kneeling on my foyers hardwood floor in a crisp, stark black well-tailored suit, a white dress shirt tucked under a charcoal vest and a deep purple tie with an Eldredge knot around his neck. In his flattened palm, turned upright lays a white crystal encrusted leather strap, with a belt closure. It almost looks like a designer dog collar except it’s not long enough to fit around any dogs’ neck.
“This is your gift,” picking it up with his other hand he stretches the leather band out. “It’s called a cock ring, I had it custom made for you. I know you don’t have a problem staying erect. That’s not why I had it made. I got it to keep you hard for long periods of time. Like tonight, I’d like you to be erect the entire time we are eating dinner and this will help accomplish just what I want. Plus, the beautiful Swarovski crystals will make lady look exquisite.”
Wait a minute here. He wants me to stay hard through dinner? Why would that matter? And I don’t want people at the restaurant to see lady poking out.
“I don’t know.” I admit hesitantly. The leather band is beautiful crafted and I have no doubt it would look sexy accenting lady.
“What don’t you know, sweetheart? Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I love that he’s worried about me and in tuned with my feelings. I know if I told him to throw the thing in the garbage, he would do it without hesitation. I trust Gage, maybe not one hundred percent, but I’m getting there.
“I don’t want people to see lady standing at attention when we go to dinner.”
“They won’t, we aren’t going to a restaurant. So the only person who could see her is me. I promise I would never do that to you, unless you asked. What I did in front of Tank was uncalled for, and I won’t parade you around like that. I’d probably go mad if I knew anyone saw her anyhow. What you have, I only want my eyes to see, Lex.”
That’s good enough for me. Without speaking, I give him my reply, by taking a step forward, and offering him lady.
“You sure?”
I nod, “Yes, positive. I trust you.”
Looking up to me with such pride, love and admiration in his eyes, he straps my new jewelry under my sac and around lady.
“It is too tight?” he asks, running his hand along my hardened length and I shiver with pleasure.
“No. I feels more comfortable than I thought.”
“Good.” He stands, reaches into his jacket and takes out a sleek black box. Snapping open the lid, I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. Inside rests a sparkling white gold, crystal encrusted choker. It looks almost identical to the jewelry lady is wearing.
“May I?” he offers, removing the choker from the box and I turn around, pull my hair up, exposing my neck to him.
“This is for my Angel, and the other is for my lady. I want both of you to look dazzling tonight.” He explains, fastening the most beautiful choker around my neck and delicately kissing me across my naked shoulders. Once he finishes, his hands run down my arms, to my waist, where he grabs me and pulls me to him, my butt landing against the budge in his pants. I guess he’s just as happy to see me, as I am to see him. I love that we are so madly in lust for one another, that neither of us can keep our hands to ourselves for more than a few minutes at a time. I’ve never had that before and it’s a great feeling to be wanted. To reciprocate those same feelings in return, I can’t remember a time in my life where anyone has ever appreciated me and loved me the way Gage seems to.
“I love you.” He whispers in my ear and spins me back around, setting butterflies ablaze in my tummy, making me giggle as he tugs the tie back over my eyes.
“No more seeing for you.” He playfully states and I can feel the air sifting as my dress begins to be lifted back up my body, feeding one arm through one side and the other he secures it once more.
Ten minutes later, I am being whisked away. The tie still secured in place, we ride in near silence in his truck, Gage’s hand never leaving my thigh.
“We’re almost there.” He finally speaks and I relish in the soft buttery-ness of his tone. Gage is happy, and so am I, even though the anticipation is killing me.
“We’ve arrived.” Gage announces and the truck stops, shuts off, he gets out and almost immediately, my passage side door is opened. His warm hand is placed into mine, guiding me from the vehicle. Blindfolded, wearing heels, what a scary combination.