Promise Kept

After work I hurry home to find the house empty and quiet. I knew it would be, but that doesn’t erase my disappointment at not being greeted by the love of my life. Though she was physically absent her presence was still here. Her unique fragrance, subtle and feminine, was steeped into the furniture and bedding and her warm motherly energy infused every corner of our cozy home. It made me smile. My smile widens as I see a twenty dollar bill with a note beside it that read, ‘Gas Money’. Had I not worked a full and fulfilling day I might have felt guilty about her still being my ‘Sugar Mama’, but I knew it was just a matter of time and my paychecks would soon be flowing into the household. Money was no longer hers or mine, it was ours.

I kiss her note and whisper. “Love you too.”

The first thing I do after basking in the Heather-ness is remove my shirt and tuck into a large sealing storage bag from the kitchen. After a hot day’s work that would be enough Elliot to keep Mia going for days. I didn’t know why my ladies loved my stinky stuff but I wasn’t going to question it. They had unique needs and I was too happy to provide. So happy in fact…I seal my undies in another bag to give to Julie. There would be no more stealing or borrowing laundry from her neighbor men if her Prince had any say in the matter. I laugh as I think about her receiving it. Probably nut in her pants on the spot.

Still fairly satisfied from my king-sized lunch I don’t worry about supper and just get straight into getting ready. I shower, shave, freshen up and say my positive reinforcements into the mirror then trot to the room to get dressed. With a word of thanks under my breath I slip into some trousers and a nice collared shirt that Heather had bought me. If not for her I would have had to wear ripped jeans and a Zelda t shirt to Rebecca’s…and I was pretty sure that wouldn’t have gone over well.

“Shit.” I mutter as I look at the time. “Gotta go!”

Soon I am on the road. First stop, Julie’s. With the stealth of a ninja I sneak up to Julie’s bus and slip my special surprise into her mailbox. I knew I didn’t need to sign my name, she’d know who it was from the second she cracked the back. Inside I could hear sports highlights playing and the clink and clank of Julie doing something in her kitchen. This place coulda been rockin with more than clinks and clanks had I accepted her invitation, though I’d probably be limping to work tomorrow if I had. I creep away unnoticed. The perfect crime…

…or so I thought. Traffic is not so kind to me on the way to Mia’s dorm. My detour to Julie’s had come at the expense of the time I had been planning to give to Mia. I had hoped to take her for a walk around her campus and maybe find some fun ways to play with our dominance and submission that was safe to do in public but in the end I had to meet her at her dorm entrance for a swift hand-off.

When I see Mia standing there looking like an angel in her pink blouse and white skirt beneath a sprawling oak near her dorm I slow my run to a controlled walk, as is proper for her Sir. Her hair was up in two adorable buns and her glasses glinted in the evening light as she scanned around for me. The exact moment she spots me her face lights up brighter than a full moon.

“Sir!”

“Princess.”

We come together for a hug. It was so nice to have her in my arms again. Softly I kiss her forehead before we back away again.

Her big green eyes are focused on the bag under my arm. “You kept your promise.”

“Of course.” I say, passing it over.

She accepts my gift and hugs it to her chest as if it were precious. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” I stroke her arm. “You say your song is coming along?”

“Mm.” She nods. “Still ironing out a few of the transitions but…it’s almost ready. It’s caused a bit of a fuss. Professor Parker called it inspired.”

“It is!” I say. “I can’t wait to hear it.” I sigh. “Ah, Mia. I wish I could take you back to our place to hear your song and give you the attention you need.”

Her smile widens, her cheeks darken, her head pulls down into her shoulders. “That’s okay. I’m just happy to see you.”

I glance about, making sure there was nobody but this old oak that might hear us. “Did you service yourself yet tonight?”

“No, Sir.” She says, shifting closer to me. “I waited for you. In case you have…instructions.”

“Good girl!” She beams at my praise. “Tonight I have a special task for you. I want you to…lose control for me. I want you so weak for me, Mia.”

“Oh!” She peeps, her breath quickening. “I am weak for you, Sir. So weak.”

“Good, good.” I say in my deep, smooth dominant tone. “Tonight you may only touch yourself…down there…” I glance toward her crotch. “…for 60 seconds.”

“A minute…!? Sir!”

“Not all together for the night.” I assure her. “But no more than 60 seconds in a go. You can use my shirt or whatever other inspiration you need…but you MUST cum within 60 seconds. I want you to time it. And no cheating. If you don’t make it, well, then you’ll have to seal up my shirt and wait until you get soft before you can try again.”

“Oh, Sir! But…what if I can’t…?”

“You can.” I smile. “And you will. And when you do you will text me and say thank you.”

Her grin returns, a naughty twinkle in her eyes now showing through. “May I…have a punishment for each failure?”

“The denial isn’t punishment enough?”

Her widening grin answers for her.

“Very well.” I say, giving it some thought. “You will put your desk chair facing a corner. Each time you don’t succeed I want you to sit for a timeout, back straight and hands on knees, and think about how you’ll do it better next time. Five minutes ought to be long enough.”

“Thank you, Sir. I will.” She glances as pair of passing students. “They’re starting to talk. I guess I’ve been…glowing lately.”

I chuckle. “Let them talk, Princess.”

She giggles. “Yes, Sir.”

Taking her by the shoulders I look into her brilliant green eyes. “I am going to talk to your parents now.”

“Oh! Oh no…”

“It’s okay, Mia.” I say. “This had to happen sooner or later. Before I go, do you know if your mother has intentions for me? As Prince I mean.”

She pauses a moment then nods. “I believe so. You are a Prince. Our Prince. I think she would consider it rude to reject you now that you’ve been claimed by our matriarch. And she would not want to miss out on an opportunity to share in something the rest of the family is enjoying. She can be cold but…family is everything to Mother.” Her voice softens. “Also…Papa’s not as young as he used to be. Mom married young, you see. She married an older man, an established man, but he’s over 60 now. He’s not as…robust as he once was.”

“I see.” I nod. “Thank you.” Leaning in I kiss her cheek. “My little informant once more.”

“Ha! Anytime, Sir.” She says. “Sir?”

“Yes, Mia?”

“Um…Dad…means a lot to me…an awful lot.” Her voice falters. “When they took me in he was the one that…made me feel a part of this family first. I love them all now with all my heart but…Papa’s special. It would mean a lot to me if you and he got along. I think it would mean a lot to him too. Liam was never…affectionate.”

With a wink I quip. “I’ll give’im the old Elliot charm.”

She laughs. “Thank you, Sir.”

We hug. With a glance to my phone I exclaim. “Gah! I gotta go!”

“Don’t be late! Mom hates it when people are late!”

I was already running for the parking lot, my suave and controlled ‘Sir’ forgotten in my panic. “See ya, Mia!”

“Goodbye, Elliot! And…good luck!”