Tara said, "Hey sweetie come here and let me stroke your hair."
Arron automatically rolled his eyes and blurted out before he could stop himself, "NOW?". "I just combed my hair honey".
"Shhh"!
She snapped her fingers, and pointed down to the floor as a soft smile faded gradually to a very hard and stern force of authority.
She thought about how ready he was to be taken to this next level but it felt right. She knew that what was flowing through her could not be squelched any longer. She felt that he was ready for this or he would be really hurt. But it had to happen for the sake of a very rapidly blossoming relationship. She was enamored by his sense of duty and honor he had for her and it felt like he was asking for more ways to prove himself to her. He was not like the rest, he seemed to have a atypical capacity for servitude and ownership... She at times felt like she wasn't good enough for the job of leading such a wonderful, beautiful angel. But it was now or never.
He walked over to her sheepishly. She began to slowly push her warm soft fingers into his feathered and perfect hair.
He flinched a bit out of sheer vanity for his hair. She knew he hated it when his hair got messed up. They fooled around with Dom / sub stuff and he pledged himself to her. She had played her role well in a physical way, but after they orgasmed the roles were instantly over.
This moment right here and right now was an invitation into something deeper something more psychological and powerful. He felt that every step closer to her was a statement of surrender.
The sound of his soles hitting the hard wood bedroom floor seemed to scream out to him in reminder that he was willingly gift wrapping his own will and presenting it to her. He was psychologically, and internally in knots by the time he got within arms reach of her radiant face.
She leaned in and started to nibble his ear, "Good boys let their doms pet anything they want, even NOW".
His khaki pants bulged under her palm. She slowly unzipped his pants...
She stopped and straightened her shoulders, backed up an inch or two and stared into his flushed red face, "Why are your pants still on cutie?"
His voice shakily uttered, "ah...aaa...got, gotta - gonna be late for...".
She snapped her finger in his ear loudly. He then unbuckled, and dutifully wrenched his pants, and soft white briefs to his shaky knees. He instantly started to touch himself.
It was at this moment she knew it was all going to work out just fine.
Through a soft and gentle laugh, but with cold eyes and furrowed brow. She pinched a tuff of his hair and ordered Aaron with, "DON'T TOUCH!"
He winced as he nodded his his head up and down with a pitiful yes motion as he squinted in pain from her tight grip on his scalp.