“It will be fun!” he insists, but I glare at him.
And for some reason, instead of dropping it, I continue. “Chad, do I really seem like someone who would enjoy giving up the control that being blindfolded requires?”
His eyebrows furrow, and he thinks about it for a moment before he responds. “No, I guess not. You give off more of a ‘I’d like to be the one doing the blindfolding’ vibe now that I think about it.” His tone is light, like he’s teasing, but there’s also a hint of curiosity there.
I hold his gaze as I answer him more honestly than I probably should. “Exactly.”
His eyes widen and mouth drops open slightly. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t resist. I leave him standing there, silent for once, while I go upstairs to shower.
But the image of me being the one to blindfold Chad isimpossible to shake. As the hot water streams down my naked body, I end up giving in to the temptation. My hand grips my cock as I imagine the look on his face when I walked away from him. It only takes a few hard strokes on my aching cock before I’m painting my shower wall with my release, wishing I was marking him with it instead.
7
CHAD
“Keys?” John asks, holding out his hand expectantly. I’d been planning to drive, but I don’t want to upset him, so I quickly scramble to hand them over.
“You don’t want me to drive?” I double-check. “How will I surprise you with where we’re going?”
He squints at me out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t think you understood what I meant about not liking to give up control, Princess. I don’t like other people deciding things for me, and I do not enjoy surprises. If I’m in a car, I want to be the one driving it.”
Oh. I guess that makes sense, even if I don’t agree at all. I love surprises. I’m a big, big fan of knowing someone cared enough to plan something just for me. But I don’t want to do anything that makes him uncomfortable or upset, so I try to readjust my vision for tonight. We can still have a romantic evening without it being a surprise. I got him flowers and dessert already, and that was classic romance! Not that he seemed to particularly enjoy those things… but I think this has still been really good so far. John agreed to go out with me, and I’m already learning somuch about him.
I get in the car, settling into the passenger seat of my Range Rover. Sitting on this side in my own car is a little strange at first, but as I glance over at John, looking so confident as he grips my steering wheel, I realize how happy I am to be the one he’s driving around. I could get used to this. It’s not much different from being driven around by my family’s drivers in the city, but it feels a whole lot more intimate knowing my man is the one in the driver’s seat.
He pulls out of the driveway, and I remember I never responded to him before he showered. “By the way, I was thinking about what you said earlier, and I’m totally down to try it.”
“Try what?” he grunts.
“You blindfolding me,” I remind him eagerly, and he chokes on a cough in response. I lean over to try to hit his back with my hand, but there’s no room. He seems okay though, so I continue. “I thought a lot about what you said while you were in the shower, and I think I might like that. The giving-up-control-to-you thing; it actually sounds really hot.”
“Please stop.”
“But I thought you said you liked?—”
“Chad, I am driving,” he interrupts with that deep, commanding tone he gets sometimes that always makes me feel like I should fix my posture or something. I don’t think it’s supposed to make me feel so giddy too, but it does.
John’s so strong and confident, not to mention smart and skilled. I still can’t believe I get to spend my life with someone who’s so impressive. I don’t know how John was single, but he’s mine now, and I’m never letting him go.
He shifts slightly, pushing the palm of his hand against his dick, and it all immediately registers.
“Ohhh,” I respond knowingly. Pride washes over me as I realize I must’ve been turning him on, and that’s why he wantedme to stop. “Sorry, were you getting hard? I didn’t mean to distract you.”
But I’m not actually all that sorry. I love that he’s getting hard over onlythoughtsof me. My plan is working! I’m breaking down his walls already.
He mutters something under his breath, and I try to give him some time to relax. Now that I’ll see him every day, I don’t want to push too hard, but I did want him to be aware I know what’s going on.
Instead of continuing to draw attention to his erection and risk getting one myself, I connect my phone and put on music. I have no idea what John likes, so rather than ask, I decide to play my current obsession to gauge his interest—or disinterest.
He says nothing about my taste in music, though, just gives me a side-eyed glance, which I haven’t learned how to decipher as well as his grunts yet, so in my head, I’m going with “he likes it!” One more thing for us to bond over.
My smile is massive as my gaze wanders outside. This town is so different from the city, but that only makes me want to see more of it. When I’ve come to visit Blake before, we’ve mostly stayed on the farm. Now that this is going to be my home, I’m ready to start immersing myself more thoroughly.
Eventually, we pull up to the restaurant, and I realize it’s actually the one I’d planned to take us to. “Wait, how did you know I was going to come here?”
“This is the only semi-decent restaurant in town. Unless you planned on driving us even further away, this is the place to eat.”
I take in the building. The brick looks like it’s seen better days, and the sign hanging over the door could definitely use a fresh coat of paint, but it all feels so authentic, like it’s a part of the town’s history. “I love it!” I comment as I jump out of the car.
