The wind picked up from the west adding big, fat drops of collected rain from the trees to the lighter rain in the air as we walked towards his car. He reached around me, opened the door and waited as I climbed in, then securely closed it. I pulled the seatbelt across myself as he walked to the drivers’ side and got in. He would still reach over and check that my belt was latched before moving the car, but buckling it myself was a small freedom afforded to me.
“It’s not that I think you’re incapable,” he said the first time he checked, “It’s just that it’s my job to keep you safe and I have to be sure.” He said it with great charm and then pulled my mouth to his and kissed me in a way that pushed all intelligent thought from my mind.
The car rolled forward and we were on our way. In the months we had been together, Sir had been the source of many new experiences, experiences I sought out, but often found myself ill-prepared for. Sir loved to be my guide, my mentor, my protector pushing me to greater heights of pleasure and intimacy. He smiled and took my hand in his as we wound our way through the city. He knew I was nervous and stilled the tremble in my hand with a soft kiss, “Breathe, love. I will be with you the whole time.”