In hindsight, I should have guessed we'd end up in this dynamic at some point. The "signs" were there. Little things that make me think, "Well, that explains a lot. No wonder!"
For instance, after concluding the romantic (and sappy) initial meeting, you slyly took my hands and guided them beyond the hem of your dress and up. As my hands felt soft skin instead of sexy panties I gave you a look of surprise. You smiled almost arrogantly in response because you got the exact reaction you'd wanted. You then removed my hands and asked "You probably want to get to the hotel, huh?" All I could do was nod.
You sat in my passenger seat with one leg tucked under you and your dress pulled up distractingly high. You took my hand and slipped it between your thighs so you could show me how wet I'd made you already. You challenged me to touch you while driving safely. When I hit the rumble strips less than a minute in, you took over. If I couldn't manage to drive and touch you, maybe I could manage to drive and watch you touch yourself. That was even more difficult. But you'd known that.
At the hotel we both knew neither wanted to pause for formalities. We looked at each other eagerly, knowingly. Hungrily, even. As we kissed and made our way to the bed, you pulled my hair. I gasped and smiled my "cocky grin", as you call it. You nearly tore my button up shirt away from me because you couldn't unbutton it fast enough. After you'd stripped me of my clothes you paused to look at me. Despite the intense level of primal desire from the second we crossed the threshold, and me standing where you'd stripped me with fervor, I indicated to your dress and said "May I take this off?"
"You may," you said. And allowed me to do so carefully. Then you promptly moved to top me and pushed me back onto the bed with both hands, all in one fluid movement, much harder than I expected. And you grinned at my surprise once more.
Had you told me then that within a year we'd be in a 24/7 D/S relationship I would have had doubts. Looking back, I don't think it could have been avoided.
You're hot. I love you. I'm your princess (so long as nobody else thinks I'm a princess). Happy Anniversary, My Love. Or maybe it should be called my Sub Birthday? Whatever you decide is acceptable ;)
