When I got up the next day to check my phone, I notice that I had a text from Pearl. It says she had found a sitter and will be free after 6 o’clock this evening. I grin like a kid in a candy store and started to plot our evening of debauchery.
Chapter 7- Pearl
Could this day take any longer? It’s only 11am, I got called into the Principal’s office because two of my students got into a brawl over a girl. That fight ended with one of them bumping into me as I was trying to pull them apart hard enough that I have bruises on my arms from the desk I hit. Fucking hell, this day is shit and it’s not even half over yet.
Finishing up the last class of the day- counting the time until I can leave there is an announcement reminding teachers that report cards are due tomorrow evening before 5pm. Fuck me. Well, I’ll have to get them done early in the morning and over my lunch break because there is no way in hell I am going miss the night I’m about to have with Abraham.
As I drive to pick up the girls from the daycare I try to think about all the possibilities for my evening with him. Where will we go? Are we going out or just head back to the house? Are we gonna fuck again? PLEASE LORD, YES! Will he bind me again? Will he use those delicious clamps on my nipples again? Will he let me taste his cock? OK, just the thoughts are enough to make my clit throb. Enough of that, there are still two hours before he will be over to pick me up.
As 6 o’clock approaches, I am cleaning up the girls’ dinners when I hear the doorbell ring. Thinking it is the sitter, I let Rose go and answer the door for her godmother, Madge, as I watch from the kitchen. She squeals as she opens the door, and all I see is her bouncing up and down on her feet. When I take a step closer to the door I notice Abraham at the door holding onto two very cute stuffed animals kneeling before her. My heart swoons at this burly biker down on his knees talking to my four-year-old.
Abraham has just wormed his way into meeting my baby girls, I should be pissed off. I wonder how long it took him to come up with this plot. I know he did it to push me, but at this exact moment, seeing him with her I couldn’t care less about his pushing. I am just overwhelmed that he thought to bring something for them.
“Hello, Abraham.” as I turn to Rose with a smile, I add. “You should introduce yourself to Mommy’s friend, honey! It looks like Abraham beat Madge here and it seems he might have brought you and your sister something.”
“You’re not Madge! Oh well. Hi, I’m Rose, and that girl back there is my little sister Iris. Wow, you’re big. Who are you? What’s your name? Why is your hair so long? What’s that on your face? Are you my Mommy’s friend? Like her boyfriend? Or”
“Honey, honey, let Abraham breathe.” As I throw him an apologetic look, I usher him into the living room. While I am introducing him to Iris, Rose is talking to him; I hear a knock on the front door, and leave to go let Madge in.
“Hiya, lady, how are you? You and that hot biker are going to get it on again tonight, aren’t you? Wow, is that his bike outside? Is that what you are wearing? Where are you going tonight? What time do you think you will be home?”
“Jesus Madge, take a breath. I guess I know where Rose gets it from!” I say playfully while I lead her into the living room.
“Hello again, Madge, it’s nice to see you and thanks for watching these little beauties while I take Pearl out tonight,” Abraham says as he raises himself up from his seat on the couch where he is flanked by my daughters.
“Yeah, hi, no problems you guys go have fun don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she says wiggling her eyebrows in a very adolescent kind of way. “Which is close to nothing!”
“OK, weirdo, stop it. Come here, girls, give Momma a hug and kiss. Be good for your Auntie Madge tonight and we can talk about doing something special this weekend. OK?”
“Momma do you have to go out? Couldn’t you just stay here?” Rose says.
Iris adds quickly, “Momma go bye-bye in the car?”
“Sorry, girls, you’re staying here with Auntie Madge. You guys will have lots of fun OK, girls? You can make cookies from scratch or make an art project, even with glitter, or you guys could watch a movie, whatever you can talk your Auntie Madge into, OK?”
“OK, Momma.” Both girls are giddy to see what they will be able to talk Auntie Madge into. “Have fun, Momma.”
Abraham and I start walking through the house to the front door, and I feel his hand go to the small of my back. It makes me tingle as he caresses over my lower back. As we make it through the front door, I turn to close it tightly and lock it behind us I feel a loss when his hand falls away. As I turn back to face him I am suddenly pushed back against the door with his hands sliding down to wedge in-between the door and my ass, our tongues tangled in a kiss that is both hungry for more and quenched with what it has started.
“That’s what I call a proper greeting, Little One. Come on we need to go so we can go have dinner and then get to the best part of the evening!”
I look into those green eyes “The best part of the evening?”
Licking his lips he answers swiftly “When I have you under my thumb, following my every command, eating out of the palm of my hand, Little One.”
Chapter 8- Tank
As I waited outside the door of Pearl’s house I hoped that she would not be too angry that I was forcing my way into meeting her kids. I want to get it out of the way today because I am not sure how much, if any, time I will be spending up here in the near future. If I’ve already met them she might think about bringing them down to the family BBQ at the clubhouse in a couple weeks. I remember her telling me about how the girls both loved stuffed animals. Rose loves bunnies and Iris loves giraffes so I picked them both up a little something to help win them over before coming over here tonight.
Being good to these awesome kids is going to be a breeze. It reminds me of Becky and Caleb when they were little. They loved stuffed animals and always had one in tow wherever they would go. Being five years older than Caleb and six years older than Becky led to lots of watching out and over them as we were growing up. I still remember that they would tote their favorites with them everywhere and heaven help whoever they were with if one went missing.
I saw Pearl over her daughters shoulder and my breathing hitched. She was stunning. She had a black skirt on that had a slit up to her mid thigh, a pair of chucks, and a very tight, curve-hugging top that showed off a little too much cleavage. Her brown hair was half up in a bun but there was still enough down in the back so that I could have a nice hold of it while kissing or fucking her from behind. What a sexy piece she was, and I was a lucky bastard to have her on the back of my bike for the night.
For it nearing the end of October the weather in Milwaukee is cool, especially as close to the lake as we are and we both need jackets on the bike to keep the bite out of our skin. As we ride to a little Italian place I made reservations at, I could feel Pearl’s hands roam my stomach and pecs and a smile crosses my lips. Not needing yet another raging hard on as soon as we get off the bike, I reach to still her wandering hands. Capturing them in one of mine and holding them in place.
I park and let Pearl off the bike. Reaching down to adjust my cock as I get off the bike, trying to calm the fuck down. Every time I am within eyesight of Pearl, my cock has a mind of its own, I really don’t want Pearl thinking that I am only seeing her for sex, but she is just so fucking hot with her curves, those eyes, that hair, and mouth.
Tonight at dinner I am going to try and be a gentleman to show her that she is more than a wet hole to me. I really fucking hope she keeps her hands off of me and that we can keep the conversation to something nonsexual because if something dirty comes out of that gorgeous mouth my plan to have her see herself as more than a piece to me will be near to impossible for me to achieve.
As we talk through appetizers and drinks, I can’t help but stare at the woman across the table from me. She really is the whole package. From the bountiful cleavage that is hanging out of that little top, those dark br
own eyes, that kissable neck and collar bone, and fuck… those luscious lips. Not to mention those gorgeous kids and job that she is overly dedicated and in love with.
“Pearl, you are killing me with that scrap of cloth barely covering your dazzling tits and those striking big brown eyes. Fuck me, please stop licking your lips and biting your cheek. I cannot fucking handle it. My cock is straining to stay in my pants, and I’m trying to be gentlemen here. I can’t even concentrate on what you are talking about, let alone having to see the other men in here checking you out. It is not helping my self-control or restraint to have you on such a display.”
My eyes move up to Pearl’s, and I notice a glint of mischief in them as she moves a hand up to her hair to tug and twist on a few strands that have fallen down near her face. “Sorry, Abraham, I had a bad day, and I just am nervous that you are leaving tomorrow, and I don’t know what is going on with this thing between us. I am just nervous.” Keeping up on the twirling of her hair she adds “This place is really busy too and there are tons of people staring at us. It’s like these people have never seen two people out on a date before.” She quiets down before she speaks again “What the fuck is wrong with them?”
“You are gorgeous, babe! They are probably staring at us wondering what a dirty biker like me has going on to attract such a beautiful, smart woman like you.” Her hand starts to come back down to the table and I notice bruises on her forearm.
I reach out and snap her wrist up into my hand and bring it across the table to look at it closer. I ask her what happened to cause these bruises on her skin. Her cheeks start turning to red as she answers, “Some of my students got in a fight today, and when I was trying to break it up I got shoved into a desk. Badges of honor for being a teacher, I guess. It’s not a big deal.” She shrugs my hand off of her wrist and looks away from me.
Her acceptance of this treatment from her students makes me a little uncomfortable, but, if she was unconcerned by it and she was the one with experience in the area, I would have to defer to her in this, but only in this. It frightens me to think that I should be the only person who is able to leave their mark on this beautiful woman. I wonder if that is something she will indulge me in.
Her bashfulness at the compliment I gave her has me a little confused and concerned. She should be use to the sweet nothings that men say, but, she seems uncomfortable and almost embarrassed by it. I also don’t like the way she shrugged off my hand when I was trying to comfort her. If I want to touch and comfort this woman, my woman, I will, not caring where we are or who is watching us. That behavior is unacceptable for her to have and my inner dominant is brought to life instantly by her response to me in this moment.
The night just got a little more interesting and is definitely about to deviate from my planned gentlemanly behavior, during dinner at least. “Little One, you have to learn how to accept compliments. You are an intelligent, beautiful, and luscious woman” My brain is screaming at me, MY WOMAN!
“I would hate for you to question my judgment on this, or anything really. I would not tell lies to you about this subject, which is one of my favorite subjects to think about.” I say as a smile came to my lips and I look to her blushing cheeks before continuing. “You should also know that I am not happy that anyone would leave marks on that beautiful porcelain skin. That is for me alone to do, if I so wish. Furthermore-” I reach for her hand “-pulling away from me is unacceptable no matter where we are who we are with, or who can see us. Come over here and sit on this side of the booth with me.”
“But, Abraham, um Sir, we are in a restaurant and“
I cut her off with a look before she can finish and quickly make my way to my feet to give her the space she needs to follow my request. Although, if I do repeat myself that can lead to a whole new and interesting path for the evening as well. Probably a path that would start with her being tossed over this table and continue on with us getting asked to leave this very busy restaurant without having our dinner. It might be worth going hungry to be able to redden her fine ass.
Before I can repeat myself, Pearl is on her feet and settling herself into the booth next to me. “Fine choice, Little One. Can I guess that as was the case two nights ago, you do not have any panties on?” After she nods, I continue, “Good, good. Now, spread your legs wide hooking your left knee over my thighs.” Dinner is about to take a very dark and dirty turn down a very ungentlemanly path, and I, for one, cannot wait.
Chapter 9- Pearl
I am sure that my face is as red as one of the pens I correct papers with. I situate myself into the position that Abraham has requested feeling very prickly at being in this predicament. I am by no means a virgin for fuck’s sake, I have children, and I have done dirty things before just not in a crowded restaurant and since I passed the age of twenty-five. I guess when he told me he was going to push my limits he meant it. I will really have to remember to keep a lid on things that I tell him especially fears that I have.
Abraham places his hand on my thigh and traces a slow path up my pussy not stopping until he has planted two fingers inside of my sodden canal. He keeps up his mauling of my cunt as we sit in silence and I absorb the surroundings.
The waitress comes back with a smirk on her lips as she sees that we have moved onto one side of the booth. “Is everything going okay?”
“What do you think, Pearl?” he asks as if I can concentrate on anything as his fingers continue to slowly plunge in and out of my cunt. Abraham adds to my pleasure and torment by using his thumb to make small circles on my clit.
“Ma’am, are you okay? Is there something wrong? You look ah… edgy, to say the least” the waitress speaks loudly with a knowing twinkle in her eyes.
“Oh, yes. Sorry, I’m just a little hungry. Everything is…ummm… so good! I hope it can keep up all night,” I squeak out as the rumblings of an orgasm start hitting me.
As soon as my legs start to shake at the constant assault by Abraham, I groan louder than intended and he removes his hand from me. I shudder at the loss and look towards him under very heavy lids to see him slowly lick my slickness off of his fingers one at a time as he turns to the waitress and adds, “I agree, things are going tastily. We will both take another drink, please.”
With a snap of his neck, Abraham is looking at me with menacing and mischievous green eyes. “So, Little One, let us talk more about your dislike of public play and your uneasiness with me giving you compliments. Please remember that I do not tolerate lying and we have yet to enjoy our dinner. I would hate to have to redden your ass and be asked to leave instead of continuing this very nice evening out.”
His hand comes back to my thigh with a heavy weight and lazily he starts to trace figure eights with his fingers as he continues, “Why did you shy away from the compliments that I was paying you earlier, Pearl?”
I took a few moments to center my thoughts and raise my eyes to him as I answer him in a quiet voice. “I am not accustomed to men paying such compliments to me, Sir.” As I continue, my eyes start to lower. “My husband and I were well past the time of such niceties in our relationship if there ever was one. I just am not sure what to do when you say such things to me.”
Abraham gently turns his body towards me, and I catch the intoxicating scent of him and am even more aroused. He is still languidly caressing my leg with his right hand while his left hand drifts up to my chin to raise my eyes to his again. “Little One, you will have to get used to it again because there will be no holding me back from expressing how absolutely amazing I think you are. Your gorgeous eyes, your luscious thighs, your plentiful ass, those voluptuous tits, everything about you is beautiful, get used to hearing it. Shying away from my touch however, is not acceptable. You will be punished when we get back to the house for that. You will stay like this open for me to touch and tease for the rest of dinner. I am enjoying keeping you on edge, and I think you will grow to accept it as well.”
While Abraham finishes talking, the waitress comes to
the table with our dinners and places them in front of us. I am excited to try the food it looks absolutely delicious, but I also can’t wait to be done and continue on with this night with him.
Even though I feel like the whole restaurant is staring at us I enjoy the fuck outta this awesome meal. Only being interrupted on occasion by a finger being thrust into my slick heat. Abraham definitely made our dinner a new and exciting experience.
Chapter 10- Tank
This night is going quite well, even with the few hiccups and the Dominant outburst. I am really enjoying spending this time with Pearl. She is an amazing women that I am having a hard time believing is wasting her time with somebody like me. I am a lucky son-of-a-bitch, that is for sure.
After the waitress delivers our dinners, she returns frequently to check on us and each time she comes back I have my fingers inside of Pearl. I keep her on edge throughout the whole dinner, she must have been close to climax at least six times. God, I am one hell of a bastard. She is doing so well I will let her cum before we leave, maybe with a little chastisement thrown in there as well.
As we eat, we continue to talk about any and everything that we can think of. We talk about the party at the clubhouse on Friday night and the family BBQ that is taking place in a couple weeks. I am really hoping that Pearl will be able to find a sitter and come down with me for the party on Friday and that she would bring the girls with to the family BBQ in a few weeks. She says she will think about it, but, I am not sure if she is really comfortable with the idea of either date.
As we are finishing our drinks and dessert, Pearl’s legs start to shake as I continue my demanding fingering of her cunt, and she very breathlessly asks “Sir, may I please come? Please, Sir.”
Perfect time to try out a chastisement and after chuckling to myself I answered her quickly, “You have been very tolerant and accepting of this, Little One, so this one time you may come, but only if I can hear it.”
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