CONVERTIBLES – PART 1 [MDom][Fsub][no sex – yet]

We step into the store, a puff of warm air hitting us briefly in the face as we walk through the sliding doors and are met by the bright light and the toasty atmosphere, a contrast to the winter cold we’ve just stepped out off.

I unzip my coat as your slow pace start to guide us into the store. I’m warm enough as it is, my cheeks have gotten redder with every new step towards the store and now I feel like I’m burning up. You turn your head back towards me while you walk past the front store decorations not picking up a basket like usual, well we’re only here for one thing after all. “Maybe we’ll get two,” your nonchalant and teasing words from earlier play in my ears. Images form in my mind making me blush even more and sending tingles through my core. I see that playful smirk spreading across your face undoubtedly knowing the thoughts running through my head.

You stretch out your hand to take mine and somehow I’m both overly aware of the people walking by us and not even having them face me at all. I take your hand as I get next to you and we start our journey towards the back of the store. “So,” you say casually as you step us down the aisle “where to first?” I’m not sure if I can get any redder, but my face is definitely trying to. I want to hide in my sweater from sheer embarrassment, but you tug me close instead and whisper in my ear, your breath teasing me just as much as your words, “where do *you* wanna go, B?” Oh my god(!), you’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?! My embarrassment and excitement give away to a smile stretching up my rosy cheeks as I feel my tingles giving away to wetness.

Some shoppers with cards walk past us making my embarrassment at my excitement grow and in turn, my excitement grow as well. Can I really say it out loud? Here? It’s so innocent, but I’m not sure my nervous excitement will let my voice carry out saying those words so I shrug instead. “I’m not sure,” I manage, looking around the store unfocused knowing full well you aren’t gonna let me off that easy. You tug my hand slightly making me look back at you, meeting your gleaming eyes. “No?” a feigned look of concern on your face, “hmm,” you murmur thoughtfully as we step past a couple. “I thought you said something yesterday?” you look questioning at me, almost like you genuinely aren’t sure you’ve heard right. I’m about to stammer out some cheeky reply when you cut me off, your voice going deeper as the expression on your face goes darker, “And the day before. And last week. And the weekend before that.” Images of conversations, flirty messages and a mountain of begging that has become more and more intense over the last few weeks come into my mind, replaying over and over, and yes, now I definitely want to hide!

“I thought there was something here you wanted to get, B?” you say as we finally come to our destination location. I can feel my knees get weaker and my excitement rising at your energy next to me egging me on. I know you aren’t gonna let me have it without asking. And I really, really want it! The build-up and the embarrassment have gone to my head and I don’t know how I can turn back finally being here so close. But how can I say it? How can I admit it here outside of the safety of fantasy talk? Can I really give in? Sensing my internal struggle your demeanor become a little softer and you bend to put a kiss on my burning cheek. “Just breath, B, it’s okay,” your calm words wash over me and make me relax, well a little at least, and make me know I can do it, I can say it, I can admit it. “What would you like, B?” The blush once again spread over me as I let go and say, timidly, “I’d like a carrot. Please?”

I’m not sure what I had imagined would happen, but something, not this ‘oh so quiet’ silence that stretches between us now. I haven’t been able to look up at you while saying it, but the silence is killing me so I turn my head to yours. Searching your face to understand this silence, seeing you searching my face as well. Then with a small twitch of your lip, the silence break, “Please, what?”

A small whimper unwillingly leaves my mouth. I always love hearing you say those words, feeling your stern authority, it makes my mind quiet. But here, in a store full of people, it’s more like love/hate. It makes me embarrassed and wanting to hide even more, but my embarrassment turns up my thrill once again. The look of your own excitement on your face making me slightly bolder. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, a mantra in my head. I bite my tongue as I feel my body reacting to what I’m about to say and the excitement of what’s to come. “Can I have a carrot, please, sir?” The proud look on your face is unmistakable and grows into a wicked smile as you once again take my hand, “Good girl. Now let’s get you a carrot.”

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