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“Oh, yeah, I was telling Jones how I don’t really eat traditional Irish meals every night. I enjoy pasta more. I didn’t think it would be an issue. It’s only spaghetti, who doesn’t love spag boll?” she says so innocently.
Ruairi is sniggering while eating his. I know he enjoys other food cultures. I’m just the weird Irish man who loves home cooked traditional meals. I take a fork full and slurp up my pasta. I lick my lips and hear Sophie laugh. What a gorgeous sound. I look over at her and she is smiling, and so is Ruairi. I laugh and keep eating. This is lovely food, but I hope Jones made stew. I can eat it tomorrow. Because it will be Sunday tomorrow, I don’t do a lot, so I might try to get to know Sophie a little. Once all the bowls are empty, I say, “That was lovely. Ruairi will tell you I only eat traditional Irish food, so that was a nice change, maybe you can cook it next time, Sophie?” She smiles and nods.
Ruairi perks up, “I’m out. Be good kids.” He laughs on his way out. I am his boss, and older than him, but he is my best friend. He gets away with stuff others don’t.
“Where is he going out to? Do you need to go?” Sophie asks. I sense a little hope in her voice.
“No, no, I am here all night with you, doll. And I think Ruairi is away to see Lauren, he seems to like her. But it is only night two, so I am not sure,” I reply. I stand up as I head for the sitting room to chill out. “Are you joining me, Sophie?” She follows me, so I assume she is. I put on a country music list to fill in the background noise as I don’t really watch TV. I just like to have a wee drink and then head to bed. That is how I usually relax. She sits on the sofa, on the far side. I offer her a glass of pink gin and she snatches it out of my hand.
“Is this the country music you like?” I ask, mainly to have something to talk about.
“Yes, this is some of the artists I listen to. I mainly like the modern country music,” she replies while looking into her glass.
“Are you ok after your spanking?” Her face flushes so red I believe you can see it from space.
“Erm, it’s fine. I’m fine, I mean.”
“Stand up and let me see.” She stares at me. She is so frightened of me. I want to check if she is ok. What type of Dom would I be if I didn’t check on my Sub? I know she isn’t my Sub, but I still need to do aftercare.
“Hurry up, doll, let me check you.” Sophie stands up and lifts her skirt so I can see her bottom half. I move closer so I can touch her. She jumps at my touch. I would have told her to move closer, but that would have taken a year at this rate, and I need to make sure she is ok. Her cheeks have cooled down and there is just one tiny handprint there. A good night’s sleep and it will be gone in the morning. Once I remove my hands, she sits down next to me.
“Did you enjoy earlier?” I ask playfully. I know she did. She was begging me, telling me to make her cum, and she came. Just thinking about it has me wanting to have another taste of her. “I know I enjoyed myself, Sophie.”
She hasn’t answered or looked at me. I take another sip of my drink and draw circles on her back. I like touching her. I like the feel of her hair on my hand. Then, ever so quietly, I hear her say, “I have only ever been with one man. We had sex once. I was nineteen and just wanted to lose my virginity. I was so sore during and after sex. It was horrible. I haven’t been with anyone since. It's not from lack of trying. Every time I meet a man when I’m out, if I go to the loo or order us a drink, when I get back, he has already left. It must be me. I am not pretty enough or something. I don’t know. Sorry. I didn’t mean to have a pity party.” She gulps down her drink.
Why would any man disappear on this woman? She is gorgeous, never mind smart, and funny. I just keep staring because I don’t know what to say to make it better.
“Anyhow, thank you for tonight. I am going to head to bed. Dinner was lovely,” she informs me as she stands. I stand too, in more than one place as well.
“I will walk you to your room. I am going to call it night too.”
As we walk to the rooms, I am holding her hand. I like her hand in mine, it’s so small and mine is so big. It’s like I’m a monster holding her little hand. I need to have another taste of her. As we reach her room first, I push her up against the wall, like the masterpiece she is, and stand myself between her legs. One of my hands on her hip and the other in her hair angling her face toward me.
“Thank you for tonight. But you are going to be a good girl from now on. Mm, mm. I just need another taste.” I bend down to take her mouth. I kiss her so slowly, I can feel myself growing harder, my cock is begging to be let out of my suit trousers and boxers, but I don’t want to scare the girl completely, not yet. As I am kissing her, she starts to kiss me back, and I can feel her start to try dry humping me. She pulls me closer to her, running her hands down my back and then up to my hair. I need to stop before I cum in my pants, or take her in the hallway, and that’s not right. I pull back from her abruptly. Her eyes are so wide, and she looks confused.
“Night, night, doll,” I casually say. It’s taking everything in me to walk away. I just want to go back and fuck her so hard. I hear her door click shut. A shower it is tonight, alone, again, with my hand.
