After we were seated and the waiter brought over our menus, he took my free hand in his, again with the thumb, only this time he was tracing patterns in my palm. Talk about sexual overload, I was going to combust before the day was over.
“Your pulse is racing again babygirl calm down.” Was he insane? Did he have nay idea what this was all doing to me, how did he expect me to remain calm? I don’t think I’d ever know that emotion again, not as long as he kept up his assault on my senses.
“You won’t be needing that.” I’d opened up my menu but stopped at his words. He had his head down as he read over the choices. I’d seen enough to know that the place was very expensive and that the menu was written in French.
He ordered for both of us and I was surprised that he knew what I liked to eat; I wonder what else he knew about me? For the past few years we’d become almost strangers barely exchanging words unless in anger.
“You look beautiful babygirl, that color does amazing things to your skin.” Okay now I know he’s trying to kill me. A sweet attentive Zared was something I’d have to get use to; not that he hadn’t been sweet and kind in the beginning, before I started my campaign to make him nuts; but this was different. This wasn’t the sweetness of a guardian for his ward, but more like a man for his woman.
I barely tasted the seafood entrée he’d ordered for me, my mind filled with the days ahead, and more importantly the night. How would I add up? Will he be disappointed, will he regret his decision to marry me and have me sign myself over to him? And how the hell was I going to get that thing in me? There’s no way it would fit. Damn.
“Be calm babygirl.” How did he know, could he really be that attuned to me, and since when?
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ZARED
She’s trembling like a leaf and I was beginning to second-guess my decision to give her more time. I should’ve known that after her first feel of my cock against her ass she would panic, but I hadn’t wanted to just fall on her and fuck her into the ether. I needed the time as well believe it or not.
Knowing that she was finally mine, that I had her exactly where I wanted her, was like an aphrodisiac. My cock was hard as steel and my hunger was voracious. If I took her while in that zone I’d hurt her for sure. No, it was best that we danced the dance before I took her to my bed, the night was going to be hard on her as it is, because there was no real way to spare her the pain of her first breaching.
I would wish her virginity away just to save her from that pain, but then again it was mine and I’m glad that I will be the one to savor it. “We’ll have a glass of champagne to celebrate.”
“You’re letting me have champagne?” I smiled at her befuddled look. It was true that in the past I’d scolded and grounded her for underage drinking, but the occasion called for it.
“Yes, just this once, and anytime in the future that I think is appropriate. If you go out drinking on your own though, that will be a very different story.” I gave her my serious look and she pouted, before returning her attention to the mousse she’d been playing with for the last two minutes.
I watched her every move, gauging her level of anxiety. I didn’t want her scared tonight, I wanted her to enjoy being covered by me; maybe the champagne would relax her a little and help loosen her up so she could lose that deer in the headlights look.
My baby was trying to be so brave, but I could see and feel the tension in her, though my constant touching seemed to be working wonders. I’m sure it was overwhelming for her to go from one reality to another in the blink of an eye, but I was going to be here for the next fourteen days walking her through it. Hopefully by the time we got back to the States she would’ve grasped at least the basics of what we now were to each other.
I could’ve waited, could’ve just married her and left the other for a later date, but no, that isn’t my style. She’d asked about Sonja earlier but what she doesn’t know is that Sonja, like all the others that came before her were just fill-ins. They knew that going in and were just satisfied to play with the master for the time being. It was no secret in certain circles that I was very good at what I did. But the truth is I’d only been playing until now.
This is the real deal, the thing that I’d been working towards my whole life. There was nothing fleeting about my feelings for my babygirl and because of our history together, those feelings were only magnified.
“Are you finished babygirl?” she blushed and nodded, pushing the almost empty flute away. Her eyes were bright with excitement and just a small touch of fear when she looked up at me. “Let’s go.”