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Sarai was confident and bold, and it overwhelmed Kit a little sometimes, but it was bringing her out of her shell, and Richard and I had their backs. That was the way it should be. Both women had their own talents, and the role of a partner was to know when to celebrate them and stand back and let them have the limelight.
I knew Kit had worked hard, and in that regard she deserved success. It was a reminder that no matter how much her interest in me might also be because it furthered her career, she deserved at least some level of achievement of her own. And that made me feel a lot better.
Given how she had taken to being a submissive, I was also feeling good about that part of our relationship. I made a mental note to thank Daniel as well. I really was having a good time dating Kit.
Kit still looked at me questioningly when we reached the parking lot. I was without a car yet again, but Sarai was already motioning for us to go over to her vehicle, and I didn’t see any point in denying the woman driving us out.
“Okay, Lukas, in the front so you can direct me.” Sarai smiled as I did as I was told for now. Part of being a good leader was knowing when to go with the flow.
She trusted me as I gave her the directions, using my phone to navigate as we got closer so that none of the others could see where we were going. Kit was sitting behind me. I could just see her face if I looked in the rearview mirror. She had no idea where we were going and she had furrowed her brow as she looked ahead and out the windows to try and work it out.
It made me feel good inside. This way I could show that she was accepted by us. Just as she was.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Kit
It took until we were driving down the right road and I saw the restaurant for me to know where Lukas was taking us to celebrate, and I didn’t know what to do or say when I realized.
While I had taken him here and wanted to share it with him, I had thought it would stay between us. It was a very different sort of restaurant to the usual places that Sarai took us to, and I didn’t know what they would make of me dipping fries into my milkshake.
Lukas had made the decision, however, and I was sure he was trying to be kind. I had spoken of this being one of the things I had missed and that it was comfort food. But I didn’t know what Sarai and Richard would think of something like this.
I didn’t know if I should be embarrassed or not, and I found myself wondering if that was the point. Had Lukas possibly hated that I’d taken him here a few weeks ago and wanted to get his revenge? It wouldn’t have been the first time in my life that someone had done something like that to hurt me.
Trying to hide my nervousness, I waited for Sarai to park the car and Lukas to lead the way right up to the restaurant entrance before I exclaimed in delight.
“You’ve been here together before?” Sarai asked.
“Yes. It’s adorable and simple, but sometimes that’s perfect. Kit has been so right about respecting differences in culture and style, so I wanted to celebrate in a different way. We’re used to this glitzy world, but not everyone is. And Kit is fantastic at appreciating all sorts of things the rest of us normally don’t even know are there. I loved coming here with her, and I thought we’d all enjoy it today.”
I exhaled, wishing I had trusted him from the moment he’d taken us here. He was complimenting me, not trying to mock me.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling tears stinging my eyes. I fought to hold them back. “I know it’s simple food, but for a lot of people this is actually a treat, and it was for me growing up.”
His belief in me helped me be honest about this. I hadn’t grown up rich but being myself wasn’t proving as scary as I feared.
“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Richard said, putting his arm around Sarai. “Before I got to college and pushed myself to excel, I was exactly the same. As much as I love my wife’s refined palate, part of me craves nothing but a good burger and fries. This is perfect.”
Without another word, we went inside. The restaurant was already fairly busy and we had to wait for ten minutes for a table to be free, but no one seemed to mind. We stood near the counter, ordered our drinks and talked while we waited.
I relaxed as we all ended up with different milkshakes. Lukas ordered the chocolate I’d had the first time with him. It was easy to be calm now that I knew he had no intention of trying to embarrass me and genuinely wanted to make me feel like I was celebrating.
As soon as we were seated, we ordered food, most of us sticking to a simple hamburger, but I made sure I had fries again. Richard told the tale of the first time he had taken Sarai home to meet his family and how his mother had tried to cook something very fancy, completely ruined it, and ended up ordering takeout for everyone instead.
Although he didn’t say it, I got the impression that Richard had also been the one to pay for it, and hearing the compassion and the sweet way he told the story without bragging, I knew I liked Richard even more.
Lukas had made the perfect suggestion with the exact right group of people, and I hoped I would remember to thank him later.
When our food arrived, Lukas picked up his milkshake and drew everyone’s attention to him.
“To the mind of a brilliant artist,” he said, beaming at me. My cheeks grew hot, nothing I could do to stop them, as usual, but I picked up my shake as well and raised it with the others.
“Thank you,” I replied. “I really have loved working on this project.”
“We’re not done yet,” Sarai reminded me. “But I’m looking forward to the finished designs. It’s almost flown by, but the months have added up. I owe it to several of you that we’ve got this far without too much of a hiccup.”
“Careful, Sarai.” Richard frowned, but his eyes were still smiling and the warning didn’t sound as if it was more than a comment. “Let’s not jinx the project. There’s still quite a few weeks to get through and milestones that aren’t fully wrapped up and in the bag.”
“True,” she replied, shaking her head and letting out a chuckle. “I trust this lot to get us through. We’ve adapted to several challenges already.”
Sarai wasn’t wrong. Several times Lukas had mentioned certain challenges he had encountered with the project, and I remembered the meeting I’d walked in on once where there had been supply issues on a fundamental part of each hut. So far we had tackled every challenge as a team and with skill. Sarai had every reason to be confident.
It didn’t stop me being anxious about delivering the rest, but I pushed the thought away. For now, they were happy, and Lukas was being wonderful to me. That was enough.
We ate and talked for hours. Lukas insisted that everyone try my favorite trick with the fries and chocolate shake, and then finally Richard looked at the time and glanced outside. At some point it had gotten dark, and very late.
Around us, the restaurant had grown less and less busy, until the same chef and manager was sitting behind the counter keeping an eye on the place alone, as had been here the previous time.
“I think we’ll have to get back to work tomorrow after all,” Richard said. He shrugged. Sarai looked a little more irritated, but the look quickly left her face.
“All right, we’ll leave you two lovebirds to your celebrating. Let me know if you need me to pick you up tomorrow, Kit. If not, I’ll assume you can make your own way in.” Sarai gave me a wink as she grabbed her purse and slid out of the booth.
I fought not to blush as Lukas chuckled. “I’ll make sure she gets in safely tomorrow. I’ve still got plans for her.”
This made Sarai and Richard laugh, and Lukas flicked a wink back. I blushed even more, but a thrill of delight ran through me at the thought of Lukas having plans for us. There was just enough suggestion in the way he said it that brought back memories of some of the nights we had spent together so far. Heat pooled between my thighs. I was more than ready for that kind of night.
“Are you ready to go?” Lukas asked as soon as we were alone. I noticed that neither Sarai nor Richard had offered to pay, but Lukas pulled out his credit card when I nodded.
“Good, because I really do have plans for tonight, if you’ll let me lead.” He looked down at me as if he was going to eat me up, his voice low as his gaze wandered. “I’d like to see where you’ll let me take you. I promise you’ll…be rewarded for your efforts.”
I gulped, growing even hotter and wetter at the way he stared at me as he spoke. Anticipation filled me with both nerves and desire, and it was a heady combination. Unable to help it, I looked away and trembled slightly. Gently, he reached forward and lifted my chin with his finger until he could see my eyes again.
“I promise you, I will always stop if you need me to. All this starts with you feeling safe with me. I don’t want to jeopardize that. Do you feel like you can trust me to listen if you say it’s too much?”
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation, and it immediately made me feel bolder. I could trust him. I didn’t know what he was planning, but this wasn’t the first time he had told me and shown me that my safety and trust were more important than anything else.
“Good, let’s go. I don’t want to get hard here, and I want you, sweetheart. I want you so bad.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
As soon as we were alone in a car Lukas had summoned together, I relaxed a little, but I knew Lukas was about to take me back to his apartment and have his way with me. I was willing, but he was brusque now. He had gripped my hand tightly all the way from the restaurant to the car, leading me along.
It was both exciting and making me more nervous. He was eager, in charge, and I was at his mercy. Yet I didn’t want to resist. I was turned on by it.
Lukas had decided something was going to happen and it was easy to let him take control. He was right that I felt safe with him. All the nervousness and anxiety came from not knowing what he planned, from being kept in the dark and led just one step at a time.
I trusted him; I just didn’t know what he would want.
As he drove home, he glanced over at me a few times.
“You’re very quiet,” he said after the third time.
“Yes. I’m…nervous.”
“In a bad way?”
“No, I don’t think so. I just feel so new to all this still.”
“You’ve been doing amazingly, and I can take it slower.”
“No.” The word came out more forcefully than I’d expected it to, but it was how it felt. “I want this. I…like this.”
A smirk spread across his face and he reached across to place his hand on my thigh. “Good. Because I’m going to enjoy your body. You’re going to be mine tonight, Kit. Every inch of you.”
As he said inch, he shifted his hand slightly higher and his fingers flexed, getting closer to my pussy. I let out a small gasp, but Lukas heard it.
“If you cooperate and do as I ask, be the sweetheart I know you can be, I’ll reward you. I’ll make you cum for me, again and again. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
I didn’t reply, not sure I knew how to speak. This was the first time he’d ever really talked dirty to me like this. I was already more turned on than I had been in a long time.
“Kit, would you like that? I want to hear you say it.” His fingers tightened on my leg, showing a slight shift in mood that convinced me I had to answer if I wanted this to go well. Not a threat so much as a reminder that I’d said I’d play ball and he had plans.
“Yes, sir.” I squeaked the words, feeling unsure. Instantly, his hand relaxed.
“Good. Just relax, sweetheart. Focus on your breathing.” His tone shifted, instantly soothing me, as if he’d picked up that it had been a touch too far for me.
It wasn’t the first time he had told me to focus on my breathing and just let me relax a moment. It calmed me, but it didn’t take away any of the desire I felt. If anything it made me more eager for him. He was reading me, making sure he pushed me, but not further than I could handle, ever aware of how I was feeling and reacting.
I was in safe hands. His hands.
“There… Now, I want you to think about something for me. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try,” I replied, finding my voice more easily again. He was back to almost purring his words, his desire evident when I looked at him.
“I want you to close your eyes and think about the last time we made love.”
I exhaled, still focusing on each breath, and hesitated. His hand was still on my leg, and he glanced at me again. I knew he was checking whether I was doing what he wanted, and I had to keep being calm and let him lead. This was all about me trusting him and giving him the chance to show it was all going to be fine. Even better than fine if he kept his promise.
Closing my eyes, I breathed in, taking my time.
“Okay,” I said before exhaling.
“Good. Can you remember the last time?”
“Yes,” I replied, feeling my cheeks heat up and involuntarily pressing my legs together as I remembered how good it had felt when he’d slid into me. He’d teased me for quite a while, grinding up against me and playing with my body, his fingers, his mouth, all of them making me feel good but not letting me cum.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he said, the commanding edge to his tone already there. His hand tightened and shifted up my leg again, now so close his fingers were brushing against my pussy. I couldn’t stop a moan from escaping as I tried to shift.
He chuckled, and I was pretty sure he could tell how wet he was already making me.
“Focus, Kit. Tell me what you thought of first.”
“You inside me,” I replied, hesitant, my voice small. “How good it felt when you finally took me.”
“Mm-hmmm. Go on.”
It was tempting to open my eyes, to break the memory, but his fingers shifted again, rubbing up against me. He wanted this. Wanted to know what I’d liked. Wanted me to think about him doing things to me, but it wasn’t what turned me on the most.
“Hearing you moan and feeling you getting harder, pushing deeper. How much you enjoyed taking me,” I said, feeling braver about it now.
“You like pleasing me, sweets?”
I nodded before I remembered he was driving and couldn’t see. “Yes. I love it when you’re obviously enjoying me. Knowing that you’re pleased with me.”
“You’re pleasing me now. Very much so. Do you want to please me some more?”
“Yes,” I said, squeezing my legs together again. I knew he could feel it, his fingers between my thighs, but I couldn’t help it. It was strange. I’d expected to feel ashamed of wanting to please him so much, like I was some kind of slut for wanting him to cum and cum hard, but there was something about being wanted and enjoyed. Thinking about it and telling him was making me so hot I could barely think straight. I was pretty sure he could do anything he wanted now, and as long as I knew he was enjoying it, I would let him.
“I want to touch you, play with you. Right now. But you’re not allowed to cum yet. I’m going to cum first tonight. You’re going to please me first.”
Although I opened my mouth to reply in some sort of affirmative way, no words came out. What did I say to something like that? I wasn’t going to resist, but I didn’t know if I could prevent myself from having an orgasm while he tried to give me one. Would he stop?
“Open your legs a little and shift your ass forward so I can get a better angle.” His words were gentle still, almost coaxing me to do as he asked. At the same time, he gripped my leg a little tighter and helped me move where he wanted me. I didn’t hesitate this time, already so turned on I could barely think straight.
I wanted him to have his way with me.
As soon as I was in a better position, he opened my jeans with only one hand, undoing the button and zipper faster than I’d have thought possible. After that he took his time, slowing down again and sliding his hands almost tantalizingly slowly into my panties. I moaned and shifted my hips, wanting to press against him, but it didn’t help enough.
“My, my, you are eager and wet. Now be a good girl and hold still while I enjoy you.”
I whimpered as he ran his fingers lightly over my pussy, avoiding my clit and circling it instead. As I glanced his way I caught him smirking again. He was teasing me, and he knew exactly what he was doing.
Again, he ran his fingers over but wouldn’t touch the part of me that most wanted it. Then, he brought his fingers to my opening and slid two inside, sudden and rough. I gasped. He chuckled.
“God, you feel good. I can’t wait to get you home. I’m going to play with you. Take you. Make you beg for my mercy.”
Another moan escaped me as he kept moving his fingers in and out, the palm of his hand brushing my clit as he did. It was enough to keep me very turned on, but not enough to tip me over the edge.
He kept going, stopping every now and then if he felt he needed his second hand to drive, but the car was an automatic and such instances were rare. No matter how long it took to get to his apartment, he planned to toy with me every mile of the way.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Lukas
When I suggested I celebrate with Kit and not only cheer her up but reward her for the hard work she’d put into the project, I hadn’t intended to take her home. But something about having her sitting next to me at the restaurant and how she blushed when Sarai and Richard had insinuated we would want time to ourselves had made me want to do just that.
Although I had taken Kit down a journey of exploring what it was to be my submissive, I had been very careful. And today I felt as if she might finally be ready for something more.
I’d considered going easier on her, but she’d surprised me with her answer to my question earlier. She liked pleasing me. Assuming she was telling the truth—but the condition of her panties once I got my hands on her suggested that she was genuinely enjoying being a sub.
