Dinner was a pleasant buzz of conversation and stories about their youth, but David was hesitating to broach the subject of her marriage. He was not sure everything he wanted, but he knew for sure he wanted Stephanie. He had never had a long-term sub, he mostly played with available girls at the college clubs. He was contemplating what long-term would mean in the current landscape of their convoluted taboo relationship.
David decided to table the discussion of his father until after their date night. Tomorrow would mark the one week count down to his father's return. He wanted to enjoy it as much as he possibly could. So, instead, he made plans to go shopping as he had no applications or interviews the next day. They would spend the whole day together like a couple.
David again woke with his cock buried in Stephanie's mouth, but instead of cumming in her throat he pulled her up and rolled her under him. "Hope you are ready, baby girl." He said just before plunging into her wet heat.
"I am always ready for you, sir." Stephanie whispered against his lips. "I live to be filled with your cum. Thank you, sir."
David groaned as her words hit him square in the chest. Less than a week before she had been the bane of his existence. She was the gold-digging bimbo that had married his much older father for a meal ticket. His feelings had changed so much in such a brief span of time. There was something about dominating her that clicked inside him. He found a sub that had blossomed under his humiliation and adapted to his needs. He could feel the way his emotions echoed inside of her. She glowed under his approval and dimmed under his disappointment.
David smiled as he looked deep into her eyes. "Today you will be my princess on the streets, because you are already my freak in the sheets." He chuckled. "I want you to feel my cum in your breed hole all day long."
"Oh, yes. Yes, sir."
David rose up on his knees and pulled her legs over his shoulders and began pounding into her with all the power he could muster. She slid up the bed with each thrust only to have him yank her back at each withdrawal. By the time she had cum twice and he expelled his sperm into her unprotected hole, she had a total sex head hair tangle on the back of her head.
"There is no way this is coming out. I have to shower and condition," she moaned as she looked into the mirror.
"Do not wash my cum out of that hole. If you do I will blister your ass, then fuck your ass and leave that dripping down your thigh all day." David said smacking her ass.
That was the tone for the day, fun, sexy and dirty. David cleaned up in the guest bath then headed to the kitchen to get breakfast going. As he was flipping eggs she entered the kitchen and immediately started buttering the toast.
She looked amazing, her long hair flowing in beach waves around her, tight top, no bra, skirt so short he could see her stocking tops and 4-inch wedge heels that had her eye level with him. He appraised her as he plated the eggs. When his hands were free, he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and felt the wet, slightly slimy feel of his cum oozing out of her.
"Good girl." He said kissing the side of her head. "Not that you do not look perfect, in a fuck-you-all-day kind of way, but we are going shopping and I am not sure I want to share this much of you with the public."
"I have a cardigan to throw over my top? Or would you prefer one of my maxi dresses that I haven't worn since you expressed a dislike for them?" Stephanie's comment could have been considered snarky if she had said it with anything less than an inquisitive tone. She genuinely wanted him to like her attire, wanted him to feel comfortable no matter where they went.
"It is so tough to give up this view of you. Wear the cardigan, sit with your legs together not crossed and keep your skirt tugged at all times. That way in the car I have all the access I want."
"Yes, sir." Her smile was very bright as they worked together to get breakfast on the table.
"Today we are going shopping. I want to dress you up and take you dancing tonight. I want you to be respectful today, but call me David, not sir." David said sipping his coffee. "Today I want to talk about everything, and nothing. I want this to feel like a date."
"Okay, David. May I ask why?" Stephanie seemed confused.
"We click. In this D/s relationship we click. I have never found a more natural connection." He said looking at her. In some ways he never seemed as young as he was to her, but in that moment, she realized that he was only 22. "I want to see if that is all there is. I was a little bitter when we first met and I have tainted much of our relationship with that bitterness. But I want to start over. See if this is insane sexual chemistry or maybe we can build a friendship."
"Oh, my. I would really like that." Stephanie blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She felt her heart pause in her chest and knew that the emotional connection they were building would be more than a friendship for her. She cleared the dishes and cleaned the kitchen quickly before heading up to get her sweater.
David met her at the door. Gallantly he held her doors all day long. They talked about his college experiences, frat house, term papers, football games. She discussed why she never finished college, bad doms, bad relationships with her parents, funny stories about childhood.
"I had a business when I met your dad." She told him. "It was a little store that sold erotic items, clothes and toys. I had a lease that was set to expire and I was in negotiations to renew it when your father's company came in and bought the building and planned to tear it down."
"Really?" David was shocked.
"That is how we met. He came into the store to give me the news that at the end of my lease in 45 days I would need to be out." Stephanie smiled sadly at the memory. "I told him that if he came back to my shop I would tie him in the dungeon and stripe his ass with my crop."
"Wow." David was shocked. "What did he say to that?"
"Nothing, he turned and left. 3 days later he came into my shop again. Touting how he wanted to make sure that I was packing up my whore wares." Stephanie grinned. "So I walked over, gripped his ear, dragged him to my demo room, locked the door, tied him to the Saint Andrews cross, yanked down his pants and gave him 3 licks of the crop before he was cumming all over himself."
"Okay, that I didn't need to know."
Stephanie laughed at the twisted look of disgust on David's face. "Didn't this whole thing start because you were listening to your dad have a sexual encounter at my bedroom door?"
"Yes, but that was still gross. Even if it turned out so nicely for me." David shrugged. "So where is the cross now?"
"It was sold to a dominatrix setting up a new dungeon. I was going to be a part of the deal. I was supposed to go work for her but then Bill asked me to marry him, the day my shop closed." Stephanie said.
"I am sorry that you lost something you so obviously enjoyed." David said.
"It is okay. I mean, I could have built up again." Stephanie said. "Who knows? I still might."
"I would shop there." David said bumping their shoulders together. "Let's go find that dress."
"What dress are we looking for?"
