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Rules Are Made To Be Broken

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

her against his chest. They reached the car, and he led her to the passenger side. Stepping in alongside her, he buckled her seatbelt, turned to her, and exhaled slowly. “One thing. I only asked for one thing tonight”, he breathed in a dejected tone. He let the silence hang in the air for a few minutes, until she finally worked up the nerve to protest. “But I -” “I don’t want to hear it. You promised me you wouldn’t drink too much. You promised me you wouldn’t cause a scene. You know what happens when you break a promise, miss”. With that last sentence, his eyes rose to meet her, and mixed with that stern, reproachful face was a tiny flash of something else. Excitement? Desire?, she thought, though she could not be sure. Her attentions were focused solely on listening closely to each word he said. She carefully considered her response, and begun. “Yes sir, you’re right. I’m very sorry. I’ll accept any punishment you may think I deserve”. To match him, she met his eyes on the last sentence, and her sombre demeanour cracked for just a moment, letting through her eager side just a touch. He offered a half-smile, not yet willing to break his stern expression. “Right. Let’s just get home, then. No more conversation until we get there.” She stepped out of the car and into the night air, the fear in her stomach now giving way to a kind of nervous anticipation. His silence and the long drive home had sobered her up, and when he offered his arm to walk her to the door she accepted, ... not because she needed it, but because she liked the feel of his toned arms underneath the fabric of his suit. She shivered again as a cool breeze blew past her bare legs, and began to grow eager to get inside. For more reasons than one, maybe? she thought to herself, and smiled inwardly. As she crossed the threshold, she felt his hand on her shoulder, gripping firmly as he closed the door behind them. Even though he stood a pace behind her, she was acutely aware of the fact that he was guiding her, leading her to where he wanted her to go. A lump grew in her throat as they paced slowly towards the couch. He removed his hand from her shoulder, and seated himself in front of her. She shifted her gaze to his face, and she saw it. That casual half-smile that denoted the fact that he was in his ‘Dom’ mood. She knew now that everything he said was of critical importance - every request he made was a demand, and she must follow it precisely and quickly. “Shoes off. Place them by the doorway. Your panties, too”. His voice was calm and even, and there was not a hint of malice or anger to it. All the same, she moved quickly to the doorway and removed her heels. Turning to him, she hiked her dress around her waist and hooked her thumbs in the side of her underwear - a lacy black, almost see through pair, that she was hoping he’d be pleasantly surprised to see tonight. Instead, he just watched impassively as she lowered them to the ground and placed them atop her shoes. She began to lower ...