He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this. Dressing her for an outing.

Hannah bops on the spot to music only she can hear, chestnut hair now down to her shoulders and growing out fast.

Her new summer change.

The dress He’s picked for her - a black dress, dotted with cherries, that stops just at her knees - feels right for summer. It’s colorful. it’s a throwback to her emo years. It’s her.

And it’s also what Kevin want to see her in. The thin, black choker snug around her luscious neck.

No bra so she’s ever conscious of the fact - a fact that appeases his sadistic streak.

Lacy panties in her favourite colour, purple.

Push her up against the wall, wrench her panties down and trace her slit.

The thought comes in a flash, as they often do — and dissipates just as quick.

Fuck, I need to devour her He thinks, watching her hips sway as she awaits her order.

Wrong place, wrong time. But.

He can feel his cock growing hard by the second. Aching for the moment it just can spring free.

‘Here you go - two grande Valentino Frappes, one with plant based cream!’

‘Thank you! Have a nice day!’

Hannah flashes that adorable smile He loves. It starts at the corner of her luscious lips and creeps up into her features, wrinkling her nose and lighting up her green eyes.

‘You too, babe!’

Hannah hands him his own coffee and they head back to the car.

‘You hear that? She called me ‘babe.’’

‘She’s seen you before because you’re such a Starbucks whore. You’re on a first name basis.’

‘You’re the only one I’m a whore for…Sir.’

Hannah’s doing that thing where her voice comes out in a purr. Smooth. Velvety. Seductive.

It makes his cock stir.

And she knows it.

It’s Wednesday. Valentine’s Day. Blue skies with no cloud in sight. Its low-key and simple — but it’s them. Their ritual.

The wind comes as if the Gods themselves flipped a switch. No warning, no build up - it hits hard and it hits with that icy chill of a sea breeze.

‘Whoop!’

Hannah’s startled cry draws his eye. Her dress has billowed up around her ass.

Her bare ass.

Something nestled in her ass catches the daylight and glistens. A snug little teal buttplug.

A couple on their way to the Starbucks stop and stare.

Many more move from the Starbucks to the little cluster of shops wedged around it.

How many saw her?

A growl simmers in the base of his throat. That’s not what He dressed her ass in.

He flashes forward in time, in an alternate space — pushing her up against the car and choking her gorgeous, pale neck. A slither of drool rolls down his chin and creeps to her chest.

In a moment it’ll mark her.

Ye gods, He can feel the warmth of Imaginary-Hannah against his body.

He swallows the urge.

That seems to amuse her.

She giggles. Light and bubbly.

Eyes him as she climbs into the driver’s seat, her legs parting to give the briefest glimpse at her trimmed pussy.

Her eyes are curved, elf-like.

Challenging.

He’s seen that look of hers before. He knows it well.

Mm? What are you going to do about it?

His brain alerts him to his jagged breathing as He steps into the car.

‘You’re not wearing the underwear I chose.’

The words are out before He can process them through.

‘I’m not.’

Her voice has her own edge. Words cut through the air, tinged with amusement.

He’s Captain Obvious and she’s wondering why he needs to state it.

‘And you took it upon yourself to wear your toy.’

‘I did.’

‘Why?’

Hannah starts the car and gives him that look.

Her eyes glint with sass. He sees the flecks of yellow in them under the midday light.

‘Why not?’

A growl bubbles up his throat and comes spilling out between his teeth.

‘How about because it’s not what I picked?’

‘How about because I. Don’t. Share. You are mine.’

‘Mine’ comes out in a deep, guttural rattle.

Hannah smiles that frustratingly cute half-smile, her eyes not faltering or backing down.

‘Is that right? Hey…do you know your voice gets incredibly deeper when you’re petulant? It’s sexy.’

‘Yeah? Do you know that when you’re enjoying that iced coffee you will be completely, utterly, naked for my enjoyment?’

There it is.

The tiniest flicker in her eyes as the words no doubt light up her submissive bratty brain.

‘Will I now?’

Annnd it’s gone.

Oh, she’s good.

Even her voice is measured. Calm.

Movement draws Kevin’s eye away from hers.

Her legs are parting further, her dress climbing higher.

Fuck, I can smell her scent in the car.

Or is that my imagination?

‘It doesn’t please Master to show his slave off for the pretty little fuck toy she is?’

‘When you get home….’

The words come out through clenched teeth.

‘…before you taste one drop of that drink…’

Hannah gives the slightest head tilt, her eyes never leaving his.

‘…you will undress…you will kneel and you will speak your list of transgressions. Think carefully on what they are while you drive.’

TO BE CONCLUDED…