Dismal.
That was the best way to describe our ride home. Once the sexual high had worn off a bit, I'd transitioned from horny beyond belief to wondering just what the hell I'd done. What was I thinking?
It was difficult to tell what Beth was thinking—as if any man had any sense of what women were thinking. But it didn't take a genius to deduce what a dumbfuck I'd been. And how I might have hurt Beth in the process.
She hadn't seemed angry, during. At least not once things got really heated in the backseat. But at that point neither of us were really thinking with our heads.
Would she hate me for exerting my control over her in the way that I had? I might have abandoned my Catholic faith decades ago, but it was not the same for her. Beth obviously still held significant respect for the church, or she would not have interrupted a weekend such as this to attend services.
I needed to apologize.
Reaching over, I gently stroked her thigh, hoping she would understand.
My heart melted when I felt her tiny hand on mine. This girl was perfect. Beautiful, funny, honest, and innocent to a fault. I felt goodness and forgiveness radiate from her, even though I didn't deserve it.
I kept my hand on her thigh until we pulled into the garage. Shifting into park, I paused, knowing she wouldn't move until I allowed it.
"I'm sorry Bethany," I muttered. "I shouldn't have..."
"It's okay."
"No, I don't think it is," I asserted. "I wanted you so much that I didn't concern myself with whether I might be insulting you, or crossing a line."
Shaking my head, I continued, "You're just so beautifully submissive Beth, and I let it go to my head. I hope you'll forgive me."
I squeezed her thigh then, silently pleading, despite any attempt to keep my cool.
"I'm equally at fault," Beth whispered. "I could have told you no. Perhaps I should have."
"Perhaps," I agreed, "But I should've known better. I was an idiot, thinking with my dick and nothing more. I didn't realize how far I could push you without you pushing back."
"So I need to push back?"
I smiled weakly at her confusion. "Sweet Bethany, you shouldn't have to push back. As your Dom, and as your lover, I should know your limits."
"But how can you know my limits?" Beth reasoned. "We've only been together a couple of days."
"Still..." I shook my head, determined to punish myself.
"Curt, look at me."
I looked, trying to keep the anger from my face, as I didn't want her to think it was directed towards her.
"Curt, what we did...I...it was..."
I could think of a million things.
"Hot."
"Hot?" I laughed, thrown by her choice of words.
"Yes," she said as a smile tugged at her lips. "It was wrong, and we definitely can't make a habit of it, but, yeah. It was hot."
What the hell did I do to deserve this woman?
"Well, I still feel like I need to...I don't know, repent or something," I laughed, thoroughly enjoying her smirk as she shook her head at me.
"How about this," Beth offered, "You can make us some eggs while I go and take a nice hot shower. Alone."
"That seems a tad harsh."
"We had sex at my church."
"Fine," I growled. "Get to the shower then, little girl, before I change my mind."
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I couldn't help but moan aloud as the water hit me. I'd been sticky all over, and tense from our passions in the back seat. Nothing could have been better than a hot shower. Except for maybe a hot shower with
him
.
Curt's punishment was as much a bummer for me as it was for him. But he needed absolution, and it really was best that I shower alone. Maybe I could actually get clean, and stay that way for a while. Plus, the water bill was already bound to be obscenely inflated from our prolonged aquatic...conversations.
"Aahhh," I hissed as I ran the soap over my breast. Looking down, I saw the marks from Curt's teeth, where his canines had broken skin. The marks weren't too bad, but they were enough to make my eyes go wide. I shivered as I flashed back to that moment in the car, when he'd affixed his mouth to my flesh, and given me what I so craved. What I didn't even know I craved...until him.
I shut the water off, determined not to prolong the shower any more than necessary. Drying myself quickly, I slipped back into Curt's robe before heading downstairs. The smell of first class cuisine filled the air, but it was different than before...
Emerging into the kitchen, I looked curiously at Curt, who had a pan sizzling with smoke and grease in his grip. It smelled like...steak.
"So I take it then that 'steak and eggs' is
also
a type of egg?"
"Hey Beautiful," he smiled that panty-dropping smile at me. I noticed his tie was gone, his top few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up as he saw to the steaks. "Actually yes, it is, but this is not steak and eggs. This is my special omelette."
"Jeez Curt, I don't know why you restrict yourself to breakfast dishes. You obviously know how to cook, if not how to bake," I giggled.
"Baking is a girl thing," Curt declared as he sliced the meat.
"Well that's very open minded of you," I smirked.
"Right?"
"You're such a goof!"
"So I've been told," Curt grinned, popping a sliver of steak into his mouth. "Maybe I will spread my wings a bit, now that I have someone to impress."
"Yeah," I grinned. "
You
can do breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I'll handle dessert."
"Or you could just
be
dessert," Curt winked suggestively.
"Even better. Less work for me," I replied cheekily.
"Oh I don't know about that baby," Curt snickered. "I think we can agree that our exchanges in the bedroom can be
mutually
exhausting."
"Mmm," I nodded, licking my lips from the mental image he'd painted.
"Come here," Curt ordered softly, as the mood went from light to serious in an instant.
I approached Curt with caution, but felt my entire body relax when he pulled me close, wrapping me in his warm embrace and rocking me softly.
"I love you Beth. I'm sorry."
I felt him squeeze me tighter as the final words escaped him.
"I know," I whispered before pulling back to look at him.
Curt refused to release me, but I managed to reach up and put my palm gently to his cheek as our eyes met.
"I love you Curt. It'll take a lot more than...
that
to make me stop loving you. In the future, just promise me 'no church sex', and I promise to say 'no' more often."
"Well don't go out of your way," Curt teased, as was his nature. "I love it when you say 'yes'."
"But I have to set boundaries," I insisted, relishing the familiar darkness simmering in his eyes as I sassed him. "I can't expect you to respect my limits if I've declared none."
"And yet you can't declare limits if you don't know what they are. And you can't know what they are if I don't educate you."
