Page 47 of João
“Oh…okay. Yes, Master.” The sweet sound of her disappointed voice shook me from my moment of distraction. I was this woman’s Dom. I had a responsibility to be above my own emotions to lead her. The fuck was I doing letting my cravings overtake me like that?
“I have something planned for you today. Do you trust me?” Gisele nodded at my words, her eyes full of hope and curiosity.
The fuck do you have planned, João? You about to pull something out your ass ‘cause there is no plan.
“Yes, Master. I trust you.”
You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.
“Good, now go get ready. Wear a sundress, no panties.”
That seems like a solid way to start the plan that is not a plan.
“Yes, Master. Do you want to pick which one of my dresses?” Her sweet voice was full of eagerness to please and unrestrained desire. Fuck me, I was about to go in the deep end and fuck the consequences. This woman was mine, she just didn’t know it yet.
“Surprise me, Gisele.”
Go ahead, surprise me, boa menina, because I’m about to surprise us both.
She was mine by all means necessary.
Now I just had to prove it to her.
My experience wasthe only thing that saved me from not looking like a total ass without a plan. A quick call to oneof my club members and Gisele and I were on our way to our outing. If my boa menina needed to come, then I would made sure she did, and I wouldn’t need to touch her. A cold shower restored the thread of sanity that grew thinner and thinner every day. My baser side, my possessiveness… Shit was starting to feel uncontrollable, but I was better than my baser needs. Discipline had brought me here and discipline would carry me through.
The scent of sunshine, citrus, and earth in my car had me semi-hard. Fresh turned earth around a flower bed, wet, pliable soil primed for growth; my mouth watered as my fingers tingled with the tactile memory of planting petunias in my greenhouse. Sunshine, fertile ground poised to give life.
Fuck.
A deeper discreet inhale and my nostrils flared at the potency of her fragrance. My skin prickled as so many things started to make sense of how we both were feeling.
I should have told her to wear panties. Without knowing—and I should have fucking known, I should have been more observant—I’d created my own torture device.
A car ride with a ripe Gisele begging to be plowed.
Caralho.
“Boa menina, are you about to ovulate?”
Her soft inhale and quiet chuckle was all the answer I needed.
“I was about to ask how you know that, but with a man like you, I know better.”
“A man like me?” The tentative way that question came out disconcerted me for a second. My confidence was a strong foundation built off the back of traumatic childhood. I wasn’t one for second-guessing myself, but for a second there, Gisele had poked at a soft spot I had no idea existed.
“Observant, intuitive, connected. A man likeyou.”
Warmth filled me, quiet and impactful. My chest rose at her words and my spirit settled in satisfaction.
A man like you.
“Master, you good? Are we here?”
Somehow I had gotten us to the location safely with no memory of the rest of the drive. Just quietness and Gisele were enough to make this an excellent Saturday and we were just starting.
“Yes, I’m good. And yes, we are here. Come on, let’s get you settled.”
GISELE
