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Rules Are Made To Be Broken

Date: 12/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Elochai644, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

They spent the long drive home largely in silence. She rested her hand on his thigh, occasionally squeezing gently, imploring him to look over at her. Instead, he kept his calm green eyes fixated on the road, his expression unchanging. She wanted to plead with him, kiss his chin and cheek and apologize profusely until he took her in her arms and hugged her close. She knew this was not an option, however. All she could do now to mitigate her fate was to respect his request for her to keep quiet until they got home. She never took her eyes off him, however, her free hand clenching and unclenching nervously. Her anxiety gnawed away at her insides, almost making her skin crawl. At the same time, however, there was the smallest part of her that was curious, almost hopeful, as to what was in store. From the moment it happened, she knew she had gone too far. She looked to him instantly, watching his smile drop from his face, and seeing the stern look appear in his eyes. In truth, she was mortified, never wanting to go against him or disobey his requests. It had been a simple one. They were attending a friend’s engagement party - a formal affair, by all counts. They were both dressed accordingly - she in a black dress, a touch tighter than may be appropriate, and black heels to match, and him in a dark suit and tie. All he had asked of her was to remain respectful - no drunken incidents. She had been careful to watch how much she drank, but as the night went on, her count started ... to slip away from her. Had she had three drinks already, or was it four? She attempted to remain graceful and respectful in accordance with his wishes, though the alcohol was clearly having an effect on her. And then, it happened. They stood around in a circle, her by his side, leaning affectionately against his arm. He was telling a story to the gathered group - ever the centre of attention, he was. He reached the climax of his story, and even though she had heard it before, she was overcome with a fit of tipsy laughter. She laughed and laughed, and found herself growing dizzy. Suddenly, she lost her grip on him and stumbled sideways, crashing into a passing waiter and knocking a tray of drinks from his hand and onto the floor. The resultant crash drew every eye to her - to them - and she knew instantly that this meant trouble. Ever the gentleman, however, he leaned down and lifted her to his feet, barely masking the stern glare he was giving her. His mask disappeared for a moment, however, and was replaced with the sweet, caring face she adored, as he checked her over to make sure she was okay. “Didn’t hurt your head did you, kitten? You’re alright. Up we get”. He quickly whisked her from the building, making sure to apologize on her behalf to the hosts and bid them farewell. They strode in silence towards the car, her head still spinning both from the alcohol and the fall. Despite the sullen look on his face, he still held her close when he felt her shiver, his arm pulling ...