I press my fingertips deeper, careful not to claw my manicured nails into her fair skin. Dolly takes a sharp breath thereafter, but I can’t tell if it’s due to the asshole that just cut in front of my truck, or my greedy touch. I’d like to think the latter.
We’re nearing her apartment and I’m not ready to say goodnight, though I know it’s a necessary evil. The sooner I get my Princess safely inside her temporary home, the sooner I can deal with my livid Mama. I swear my ears are already bleeding from the hollerin’ I’m about to hear. I can handle her tongue lashing; it’ll all be worth it in the end.
Turning my head to take a quick glance at Dolly, I grin as she looks my way. I know the poor thing is getting tired, she almost nodded off on me while on the High Five. I told her multiple times to go ahead and fall asleep, but she politelydeclined each time. I almost demanded her to but didn’t have the heart. I’ve been enjoying her melodic hum alongside the songs on the radio. I allowed her to pick whatever station she wanted; she chose the top forty. You can take the girl out of California, but you can’t take California out of the girl. Much to my chagrin.
“I’ve had such a great night, Sir. I really hope I get to see you again,” she says.
It’s the fourth time she has said that, I think she wants to see me again.
“Oh, you will, Princess,” I reply, my navigation alerting me of her apartment complex ahead. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. You’ll see me tomorrow. Well, I guess technically, you’ll see me today. But I want you to get at least eight hours of sleep before that happens, can you do that for me?”
“I’ll give it a go Sir, sleep is often elusive for me,” she replies.
“Is that right? How many hours of sleep do you average?” I ask curiously.
She shrugs her shoulders, “Five or six?”
Shaking my head, I clench my jaw in disapproval. A healthy woman should have at least seven hours of sleep a night, preferably nine. Once she moves in with me, I will have her on a strict sleeping schedule. Well, maybe notthatstrict. I will have tomake allowances for the nights when I make her cum six times in a row. I can’t wait to hear her scream my name, I already know it will become my new favorite sound.
“I’ll train you how to sleep, Princess.”
“You will, Sir? And how will you do that?” she asks, her voice lifting.
Curling my lips into a smirk, my mind fills with all the different ways I will teach her how to allow her body to relax.
“If I told you now, you wouldn’t sleep tonight. You’d be wide awake, staring at the ceiling…wishing I was there, practicing what I preached. No, I’m sorry, Princess, you’ll just have to wait.”
Humming low, she takes my answer, but I know she’s not satisfied with it.
“Alright, Sir,” she finally replies.
Squeezing her thigh with silent praise, my hand stays firm right where it is. I have pushed the hem of her dress up to mid-thigh so I could feel her skin but haven’t dared to move my touch higher. Of course, the temptation is there, but I am ever the gentleman.
“You are being so good for me.”
She doesn’t reply, but I feel the air around her becoming lighter as she sits in her leather seat. She’s a sucker for praise; we will fit together just fine. I’m proud of myself for not going through with tonight, and I’m surprised that the beast hasn’tmade itself known. I don’t know what I would have done if the ravenous craving had crept in. I’m honestly terrified of when it comes back, but I can’t think about that right now. I suppose I will cross that bridge when I get there.Goddammit.I’m not used to feeling anxiety like this, I’m not a fan of it.
My navigation pings, ripping me from my thoughts. Noticing my turn, my gaze memorizes the area around us. I don’t love the fact that she lives in Oak Cliff, but at least it’s not South Dallas. Still, I can’t wait to get her the hell out of this neighborhood.
Tensing as I pull into her modest apartment complex, a small sigh leaves her tempting lips. She goes to unbuckle her seatbelt, and I realize that she probably thinks I’m just going to drop her off in front of her building.
“Nu uh, don’t you dare, Princess. Donotunbuckle that seatbelt until I have parked my truck and have turned it off,” I warn.
Halting her movements, she stops her fingers before they press the lock free. Relaxing back in her seat, she patiently waits.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies.
Giving her a tiny glance, I thankfully spot an empty parking space. Maneuvering my Sierra EV Denali, I carefully back into what is probably the tightest parking spot I’ve ever seen. I suppose I should drive my Mercedes AMG GT Coupe next time.
Putting my truck into park, I make a show of turning off the ignition. Counting in my head, I get to eight before Dolly frees herself from her seatbelt. She lifts her hand for the door but hesitates before moving too far. She’s a quick learner.
“I’ll be right there to open that door for you,” I say.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Undoing my own seatbelt, I quickly exit my truck. Stepping around the rear, I make my way to her door. Even at night, the air is sticky during the summer. While I don’t want to part from her, I want to make sure she slips into the comfort of air conditioning sooner, rather than later.
“Here you go, Princess,” I say, holding my hand.
