CHAPTER FIVE
The 1950's Dynamic •Dino's POV•

Before I realize it's already Sunday morning, and I wake up a full thirty minutes before I usually do. My brain hasn't stopped thinking about that darling, innocent, little ray of sunshine, Modesty Perkins the entire night. I wasn't able to get a single ounce of sleep. Instead, I just tossed and turned while replaying every thought, moment, and memory shared between Modesty and I in my dreams. Along with every one of my future plans that depend solely on today's outcome to become a reality.

I know I need to stop letting my fears take root and continue to grow inside of me, but the longer I lay here thinking about them the worst they are! I shake my head to try and dislodge some of the mess jumbled up inside my brain. Then get up from my bed, and slide on a pair of basketball shorts that are on the floor beside my bed. I try not to make a sound as I walk out of my bedroom down, and down the stairs to the basement.

Maybe a long hard ride on the bike will help workout some of these feelings, and help me calm down this morning.

Sadly, I only last about fifteen minutes before everything comes rushing back to the front of my mind. Refusing to be ignored any longer! The memories starting with the very first time meeting Modesty inside Sherry's office that afternoon at the club, and the conversation Sherry and I had afterwards.

If it wasn't clear to Sherry, I immediately let my interest in Modesty be known. Sherry came after me then full of venom, sharp teeth, and claws. Like a mother bear protecting one of its cubs. And, I'm not afraid to admit, scaring the shit out of me in the process.

I smile, remembering what happened next, and let the memory take over completely.

*FLASHBACK SHERRY'S OFFICE*

I was just joking around with Sherry trying to get as much information out of her about the lovely creature, Modesty, that just left her office, but in an instant the laughing, joking smile on Sherry's face was gone. In its place was a cold, calculating glare directed at me. That sent a cold chill down the center of my spine, and had me sitting up straighter in my chair.

"NOW! Look here, DINO!" Sherry spat my name so hard I flinched. "I know we've been getting to know each other as friends pretty well these last few weeks, but that girl is one of mine! She's like family to me, and I'm very protective of my family, so I'd think very carefully about the next words out of your mouth, if I were you!" Her eyes are blazing with fury once she finishes.

I exhale a deep breath trying to release some of the tension from my body, and the room. Before turning to face Sherry. "I can't really explain this feeling Sherry without sounding crazy, but as soon as I laid my eyes on her, I got this feeling like she is someone special to me. Or, something like that. Hell if I know!"

Sherry gives me a long calculating look trying to decipher if I'm being serious, or not. Once she gets her answer, she seems to deflate right in front of me. Her shoulders fall forward, and she scrubs the palms of her hands over her face several times groaning. Before looking back at me with another blank stare.

"I sincerely hope you mean that, because that girl is about to make the biggest mistake of her life! Worst of all, I can't even say anything to her to try and talk her out of it, because this is the one thing she's begged us girls for nonstop for months!"

Now, I was even more curious, and even scooted to the edge of my seat. Bringing my body closer to Sherry's desk. "What do you mean?"

Sherry leans the top half of her body across her desk closer to me, and starts to whisper. Like what she's telling me is some big secret. "What I mean is that girl is going to be this year's crowning jewel at the Valentines Day Auction. It's not everyday some of the sadistic members of this club get the opportunity to bid on a pure, untouched virgin for the night, and so far they are all salivating at the chance! I'm absolutely terrified of whichever asshole is the winning bidder. I don't want it to be someone who will just chew her up and spit her back out as a totally wrecked, different person than she is now."

Before Sherry is even finished talking I'm up out of my chair and on my feet. Marching back and forth across the space of her tiny office in outrage. "Why in the fuck would you, or the others, let her go through with something like that then?!"

Sherry gives me a 'no shit' look crossing her arms over her chest. "Trust me! We have ALL been working on it! But like I said, Modesty has been begging us for months to become a GEM. She's a grown woman who's tired of waiting, and wants to explore all the pleasure sex has to offer. While also having the comfort of a safety net by being looked after by her friends while doing it. Which is exactly what she needs, so you see why we can't tell her no, but I know she won't find what she needs at the auction."

Sherry stops and pauses for a minute. I move back to my chair sitting down, cross my arms over my chest, and look at Sherry with a raised brow. Silently taunting her to finish, but she remains quiet. Until I can't take it any longer. "And, tell me, Oh Powerful One, what is it you think Modesty needs?" I ask cockily.

Sherry smirks matching my cocky, know it all grin. "It would seem our girl is a natural born submissive behind all that shy innocence. She needs someone more permanent than just one night. That will be a guiding hand as she is slowly introduced to every aspect of a D/s relationship. And, if my instincts are right, I believe she would flourish in some of the more twenty-four/seven lifestyle kinks. I mean you saw how she was dressed!"

Sherry stops then, and gets a solemn look on her face. Before looking back at me a moment later finishing. "But, definitely not some asshole at the auction. All they will do is tie her down, and take what they paid for. Without a single thought for the poor, innocent woman."

Sherry trails off looking over my shoulder deep in thought, and so am I. My brain is having a hard time trying to process everything she just said, and come up with a solution. But, before I come close to an answer I'm snapped out of my thoughts back to the conversation at her next words.

"If Modesty can even survive something like that she'll never be the same again!" I watch as a shudder runs down the entire length of Sherry's body. Before looking back up at me with a fierce determination shining in her eyes. "Now do you see why I can't let something like that happen? Would you be able to sit around and not do everything in your power to stop it?"

"Of course I would!" I growl at her feeling insulted she would even ask me such a thing!

Sherry gives me a triumphant, knowing smirk as she reclines back into her chair. "Excellent! Then here is what I want you to do.."

*END FLASHBACK*

I don't think it would have mattered to me what Sherry wanted from me then. As long as it was about Modesty I would agree to it immediately. But, could she have been right about the rest of what she told me? It's safe to say, that after spending some more time with Modesty she is the most naturally submissive person I've met, but what about her handing total control of her mind and body over to someone else fully?

That sort of power exchange is all consuming, and rarely something someone does more than fantasize about. Then once most submissive get a taste of what that type of dynamic is like they back out. Claiming they need more freedom over their lives than that.

Modesty seems too innocent to even grasp what that concept means entirely! Right?

"SHIT!" I growl closing my eyes and throwing my hands up in exasperation. Pushing myself even harder for the last fifteen minutes of my workout. Feeling completely calm, and with a much clearer head, by the time I finish.

I get off the stationary bike walking over to the closet, and grab a towel from one of the shelves inside. Wiping the sweat from my face, then around my neck as I make my way back up stairs quietly. Walking into my bedroom, across the room to the bathroom, and straight into the shower. Washing the rest of the sweat and grime from my workout off my body.

Ten minutes later I turn the water off. Then grab a clean towel from a hook beside the door of the shower, and wrap it around my waist as I walk back into my bedroom to get dressed. I keep it comfortable with my favorite pair of ripped blue jeans, white t-shirt, black boxers, and suspenders.

I scrub my fingers through my hair vigorously. Sending water droplets flying all around me. Then leave the rest to air dry as I walk out of my room into the kitchen to start breakfast. Silently moving across the room gathering everything I need to start cooking. My body falls into the repetitive motion easily, so my mind drifts back to my worries. Mainly about the upcoming conversation between Modesty and I later this morning.

Or, how to even fucking start it! I snort at the thought smiling.

I remember the first time my dad, Tez, had the same talk with me when I was fifteen. I also remember wishing the ground would open up right there and swallow me whole! But, also me being excited and a little turned on, (But, I'll take that little nugget of information to my grave!) at the thing he was saying.

Let's hope things go better this time around though!

*FLASHBACK CHRISTMAS EVE 2002*

It had been a long hectic day with the rest of the family. Thankfully just about everyone had gone to sleep by now. Leaving only Dad and myself downstairs in the living room finishing the last few minutes of the last football game of the night on tv. Mom and the girls were safely tucked in their beds, dreaming about tomorrow morning, and finally getting to open all of their Christmas presents.

At the tender age of fifteen, along with the even growing levels of testosterone in my body, I thought I was the man among my friends and classmates! I had a few girls from my High School following me like a puppy for awhile. Keeping each one of them on a constant rotation, so there was never a day I would do without.

I'd been texting one of the girls constantly throughout the night, and feverishly through the last few minutes of the game. Oblivious to my starring father, or anything else going on around me, except for the phone in my hands. So, I really shouldn't have been surprised when my father snatched the phone from me, and proceeded to read my messages aloud.

"Porsha B. says, 'I miss you so much right now Dino!' and you sent back asking exactly what part of you she missed the most?" He winked at me knowingly sitting back down in his chair.

The shock finally leaves my body, so I jump up from my seat on the couch, and rush towards him. "DAD! What are you doing? DON'T READ THAT!" I say trying to wrestle the phone back from him.

My dad wraps the phone between both of his meaty hands, and glares at me. Making stop instantly and start to back away slowly. "I want to see what the lovely Miss Porsha had to say. Now go sit down son."

I gulp then turn around and walk back to my seat. Closing my eyes as soon as I sit, and bowing my head, so I don't have to face the shame of what's about to happen next. He starts reading the rest of our dirty conversation smiling and laughing the entire time.

"Miss Porsha says she misses your massive cock the most. Then you said, 'Oh yea? You miss me slamming my hard cock balls deep down the back of your throat like I did last week?" My father looks at me full of pride. "That's my boy!"

"DAD!" I groan throwing my hands up in the air.

"Hold up, or should I call you Daddy now?" My father ask me with a wink obviously remarking about Porsha's next message.

Only I can feel myself start to pale. "NO Dad! Stop right there please! For the love of God don't read anymore!"

My dad is glowing though as he shakes his head, and continues to read on. "No way! Not now son, I'm just getting to the good part!"

"Dad Please! No More!" I beg one last time just for argument's sake.

After a few more minutes of torture my father finally gives in, and hands me back the phone. I turn it off immediately, and shove the device inside my pants pocket. Then cross my arms sullenly glaring at the tv the entire time, and ignoring my father completely. The old man just laughs at my childish behavior. The sound growing louder and louder the longer he continues. Really irritating me to no end until I finally snap, and turn my glare towards him spitting mad.

"What's so funny?!"

My father calms down enough to answer me. "It's nothing son. I just didn't realize how much you're like your old man already."

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously. Some of the anger leaving my tone already.

"I was about the same age you are now when I became interested in a more.." He stops and starts to hum trying to think of the right word to say. While tapping his finger against the end of his chin. "I'll go with stimulating!" He says triumphantly turning his bright, matching, brown eyes to me. "Relationship with girls."

"Really?" I ask, giving him my full attention now.

"Yep!" He said smiling with a far away look in his eyes. Then he laughed. "But, back then I didn't have the internet or magazines to look at to help me along my journey. Nope! Instead your Nonno caught me behind the church one Sunday. Telling a very innocent Josephine Cater some very dirty things I would like to do to her delicate body. While kissing her neck and fondling her breast. I was so embarrassed about as much as you are now, actually."

I stare, gaping at him, stunned. I can just picture the scene in my head between them, and felt both embarrassed and pity for no doubt what my father had to go through. My Nonno Tuccii has always been a big, strong, silent, no nonsense type of man.

Ever since I can remember my Nonno has always been a kind, gentle, loving person to his family, but he expects everyone to follow his strict set of rules and code of conduct as well. On the rare occasion Nonno speaks it always revolves around those core beliefs for the family. Mainly because one of us had done something wrong, and he would give them their punishment. So, I can just imagine how that talk would have went down between them.

The shock leaves my body quickly, and I close my mouth with a snap. I lick my dry lips real fast. Before turning my attention back to my dad, and voicing my opinion. "Dear God! I don't know if I should laugh or apologize to you right now Dad." I tell him jokingly, somewhat serious though, but making him laugh. "What happened after that?"

Dad grabs his glass of bourbon from the table beside him, and takes a geniours sip. Before placing the glass back down on the table, and facing me with a melancholy smile. "Trust me, Dino I felt the same exact way at the time! When I realized the Old Man was standing behind us I was a second away from sliding balls deep into Josephine's virginal core." My father chuckles fondly.

"I thought I heard someone clear their throat behind me, so I stopped for a moment to listen. I even covered Josephine's mouth with the palm of my hand to keep her quiet. I saw her eyes go wide in surprise, but after a moment she thought it was part of the game, and I started to smile liking the new idea a lot myself. But, then he cleared his throat again, and I turned my wide eyed stare around slowly to look back over my shoulder to see who it was. I felt my world literally start to crumble once I saw my father's hard, blank face looking at me. I felt the blood drain from my face, and a ringing start in my ears,  but my feet didn't hesitate to move! My body jumped away from Josephine's so fast she was even confused about what happened for a moment!"

I doubled over in laughter at the image, but my father doesn't wait for me to calm down as he continues.

"I stood there shaking while your Nonno politely send a blushing Josephine back to her worried mother that was looking for her. After she left he crossed his arms as he continued to stare at me. I was so nervous I was sweating bullets! Until the Old Man calls my name finally, while barely looking at me, telling me to follow him. I study his face while we walk under hooded eyes, now that the shock has finally worn off completely, and it's only then do I notice the silent approval and laughter shining in his eyes. Confusing me even more in the moment."

My father stops to take another sip of his bourbon. Wetting his mouth and lips, so he can go on with his tale. I sat back taking in the moment myself. I never could have imagined having this type of conversation with my dad, and now that we were I didn't know whether to feel kinda grossed out. The normal reaction for any teenager my age, or to be excited in more ways than I'd rather admit and interested in how the rest of the story ends.

I watch my father place his glass back down on the table then bark out a sarcastic sounding laugh as he turns to face me. "I was scared shitless getting into your Nonno's car after that. The old man told your Nonna he had to run an errand on his way home, and needed me to help him, so she could walk the few blocks back home instead. It would be just the two of us, and if I got in that car he was going to kill me!" My father chuckled again.

"He took us to a park about fifteen minutes away. Neither one of us said a word the entire ride there. I kept my gaze locked out of the window at the passing scenery, and the radio softly playing in the background to help fill the silence surrounding us. After he parked the car neither one of us moved to get out. The ringing in my ears was even louder by that point plus my hands were shaking uncontrollably, and I felt like I was going to puke any second."

"Shesh!" I cringe interrupting him.
"How bad was Nonno's lecture then? I bet it was wicked! I've been on the receiving end of one of those talks a time or two, so I know you had to have gotten it so much worse Dad!"

My father barks out a sarcastic laugh, and slaps the armrest of his chair. "Wicked is the perfect word to describe the conversation we had Dino, but I hate to be the one to admit, it didn't go at all like you're imagining."

"Huh?" I ask dumbfounded.

"You're Nonno and I sat there for the rest of the afternoon talking about all the different aspects and types of sex, and I wasn't even embarrassed. My dad asked me all types of questions at first that I sure as heck didn't want to answer. Like how far I'd went with a girl, if I liked the things I'd done with them, did they, and even what some of my fantasies were. By some miracle I was able to get through all of his questions, and tell him what he wanted to know."

"WOW!" I draw out stunned.

"In return, he was the first person to mention the word dominate to me, and the fact it sounded like I was one, when it comes to relationships. Meaning I'm more in touch with my primal, Alpha male side. Whose craves total submission from it's partner like a much needed food for the soul. It would seem all the males in the Tuccii family inherit this same all consuming need. It seems that would include you as well Dino."

I knew exactly what my father was saying to me, because like he said, I have the internet, and I'd already done some research on my own. But, the last part about this being an inherited thing threw me for a loop! It takes me several moments to even gather my thoughts again to ask my next question.

"You and Mom?" I ask him horrified.

"Of course, Son. Did you think your mother was just a stay at home housewife when she wasn't following me around?" My father asks me to try to keep the smirk from his face, and a raised brow.

"Well yea." I shrug. "What else?"

"Oh it's so much more than that Dino! Your mother and I live a certain kinky lifestyle. That lifestyle is based on traditional family values, but the official term is called the 1950's. I'm your mother's Master, and she is my slave. Both in and out of the bedroom. I have complete control of her mind and body, and care for both of them with nothing but love, kindness, and pride. Neither of us would have it any other way." My father explains so much more than I needed to know about my parents relationship, and way more than I ever knew was possible.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I also remember whining about that very same thing not soon after, and how childish my father acted afterwards! I snort at the memory. I also remember I didn't stop until I almost woke everyone in the house up, and my father was NOT happy about that!

My father and I didn't get to finish having that conversation that night, but I didn't let that stop me from doing my own research. A few weeks later, once I was back at school, I started with all the different types of lifestyles my father talked about.

I became a man possessed! Devouring any piece of information on each various BDSM lifestyle, and anything else related to the subject I could find. But, after all of my research and reading I kept coming back to one certain part. It felt like I was drawn, or being called to it. From the core meaning grounding each relationship, to each aspect and detail then on, I just knew it was the one for me.

The 1950's Lifestyle.

So what if it's the same type of lifestyle my parents enjoy?! Trust me I tried everything else out there!

With that thought I take two plates from the cabinet, and begin dividing the food onto each of them. My body picks up on the change in the room immediately, and the hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise while I work. Modesty must finally be joining me, but I don't acknowledge her right away.

Instead I finish fixing breakfast, but a moment later I turn around to face her. Both of my hands are full with our breakfast, so I give her a gentle smile as I sat one of the plates down in front of her. Then place the other down on the counter beside it, and lean the top half of my body over that towards Modesty. Placing a chaste kiss to the top of her messy bed hair.

"Good Morning My Darling. Sleep well?" I ask her as I stand back up.

"Fine." She answers a little too quickly for me, but I let it go for now.

"Good. What can I get you to drink?" I ask turning towards the fridge.

"Waters fine." Her voice comes out low and scratchy sounding.

I grab two bottles from the fridge and bring them with me around the island to my seat beside Modesty. I hand her one of the bottles as I sit along with a welcoming smile. That, thankfully, she returns as she takes the bottle, and we begin to eat.

The silence around us is deafening, and becoming awkward by the second! But, my mind is too preoccupied with everything else running through it already to try and fix it right now. The ever present clock in my ear is slowly ticking away to zero, and the imaginary sand from the hourglass is falling through my fingers, the longer I sit here waiting to talk to Modesty.

After awhile I can't stomach another bite of food, so I push my plate forward away from me. Then do the same to Modesty untouched plate, and take her hand, Gently pulling both of us up off our stools, to escort her across the room to the couch, so both of us can have a seat.

I fold one of my legs up on the cushion before sitting down, and turn the rest of my body sideways to face Modesty. I take both of her small, slightly shaking, hands in mine. Then clear my throat before starting on my rehearsed speech. Unable to put it off any longer.

"Now, My Darling Little Innocent Modesty. It's time for us to have that final talk of the weekend I have been promising you. I want you to listen to everything I have to say first, but feel free to interrupt me at anytime with any questions you have for me. Just remember, once I'm finished you have a choice to make. It doesn't have to be right now, or even today that you give me your answer, just promise me you'll think about it long and hard before answering."

"I promise." Modesty whispers sucking in a breath at the end.

I release a nervous breath, and give her a wobbly smile before continuing.
"First, I want to tell you a story. You see, there was this boy. Growing up there was no one he loved, or looked up to more, than his parents. His father was a strong, prideful, but most of all loving man. His mother was so special he honestly thought she was a Saint! She was every kids dream mother, and there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. Even take a bullet for her if it meant saving her life!"

"His parents seemed to have one of those once in a lifetime type of relationships. Neither one of them could manage to stay apart for very long. Choosing to always be by the other side taking care of all of their needs. Years pass, and the boy grows into a man. He starts to pick up on little things about his parent relationship that seem odd at first, but the more he watches them, the more he becomes envious of what they have. Deep inside he longs for the day he's old enough to go out in this vast world to find his very own special someone."

"One day the boy's father comes to learn of his son's plan, and knows it's time for the boy to learn the secret of his parents' happiness. Behind the perfect image they show to the world the sinful secrets behind. Then with the last pieces of the puzzle finally in place for the boy he feels like he's found his purpose in life, and it's time to go out there and find its reason."

"And, did he?" Modesty asks timidly a moment after I finish.

I give her a cocky smirk, and lean the top half of my body a little closer to hers. "The little boy's story is just getting started!" I wink at her.

"Really? It sounds like it's almost at the end if you ask me." She says raising her eyebrow challengingly.

"I assure you, My Darling, it's not!" I smirk while looking at her blazing eyes silently accepting the challenge. "Because, I've traveled this world over, twice! I've been to almost every known country, and in all that time I've never found anything close to what I dreamed about my entire life." I tell her leaning in closer to place my mouth along the shell of her ear, and whispering the rest seductively into her ear. "But, then, like some gift from the Gods, there you were! Standing in that office right in front of me, and I knew immediately you were the one I'd been searching for all along." I finish with a quick kiss to the corner of her pouty lips before sitting back up.

Modesty is shocked, and looking at me like a fish out of water. Opening and closing her mouth as she tries to form the words she is trying to say.
"Wh..Wha..What!" She finally manages to stutter out.

"My Darling." I say, placing a chaste kiss to the back of her hands. Giving her another moment to calm down, so she will be able to fully understand what I'm saying to her. "Even though this is supposed to be just this weekend. I knew from the very first moment I placed my bid I wanted so much more from this, and you. That's why I told you I wouldn't collect on my winnings until you're mine completely, and I say that it's time. Call me a selfish bastard, but I want to be the man that introduces you to the wicked world of sexual pleasure for the first time. I want to be the person lucky enough to gain your trust and submission enough to be recognized as your Master. If it helps, you're not the only one of us in uncharted territory here. I've never had, or wanted to give someone the title of my submissive, until you. You'll be my first as well. 'And, hopefully the only.'' I try to whisper that last part low enough so Modesty wouldn't hear, but by the crazy look she gives me, I must have failed!

Modesty doesn't say anything for a while after that. She just continues to stare at me as she thinks. Until her face begins to relax slowly, and she turns her focus back to me. Pinning me with her calculating green eyes.
"For arguments sake let's say that I believe you. Explain to me, in detail, what exactly it is you want from me then?"

"I want to start by giving you everything that your heart desires deep inside. We will start off slow at first, but slowly gaining your trust along the way. You will have a few simple rules to follow each day when we are apart. Like only wearing the things I chose for you to wear, and even sending me before and after pictures when you start to dress. We will FaceTime for at least thirty minutes each night before bed, and always be within feet of your phone. Also, I don't allow anyone to touch any part of what's mine, and that includes you." I can see the anger blazing inside of her from the deep red color of her cheeks, so I stop talking, and wait for her to voice her anger.

"A dress code? Are you for real?" Modesty asks, clenching her hands into fists, and trying to pull them from mine. "What's so wrong with the clothes I wear now?"

I move my hands up her arms, and quickly trap both of her wrists in one of my hands. Then give her bound wrist a harsh tug. Immediately getting her full attention. My hungry gaze slowly travels down the full length of her perfect, little curvaceous body. Hidden underneath the old loose fitting white t-shirt of mine I left in the dresser in the guestroom a while ago, and the simple pink cotton panties peeking out from under the hem of the shirt every so often.

"Absolutely nothing, My Darling Modesty. Everything about you is the definition of  absolute perfection. I just want to be able to spoil you with nice things without any complaint or threats coming from you." I wink at her cheekily. "Plus, each piece will be from a certain era, so I know it can get pretty expensive."

Modesty lets out a frustrated sigh before speaking. "I feel like all I'm doing is repeating myself over and over again, but what does that mean?"

"Don't worry Love. We have all the time in the world. What I mean is each piece will be vintage from either the 1940's to the 1960's era. There will be a lot of form fitting, figure hugging dresses, halter tops, skirts, and every style high heel shoe you can imagine. Each piece will either be some type of pattern, or leather. Along with as many sexy pairs of lingerie, garter belts, and thigh high stockings I can find! I'll finally have my very own June Cleaver Pin-Up Doll!"

I can tell Modesty is trying to figure something else out by the time I finish, but after a while it looks like she's still confused. She shakes her head, and then looks at me with those wide innocent eyes full of curiosity.

"What's so special about that time frame in fashion?"

I take a deep breath, and let it out slowly, so I can gather my thoughts before explaining the rest. "Fashion? Nothing. But, with my kink and preferred lifestyle, everything! I've always wanted what my parents have together with my own special somebody. They chose to live the lifestyle mainly because of its traditional gender roles, and the core value of the relationship twenty four seven. When I first started exploring this world and all the different types of kinks I knew there wouldn't be any other way for me with everything to choose from, but I sure as hell didn't start out to be just like my parents! Shit happens is all I can say now, and everything happens for a reason. It's just something about having the perfect lady in public, but only you see the absolute freak behind closed doors that always gets me!"

Modesty and I share a laugh together at my lame joke. Before coming to an awkward end. Where neither of us are even blinking as we gaze into the others eyes. Until a moment later when I shake myself back to the present, and give her hands a gentle squeeze in mine gaining her attention.

"If you say yes, we will meet every two weeks, and every time you'll be introduced to a new pleasure of sinfully kinky fun. Letting your trust in me grow that much stronger each time. Until you can finally submit your mind and body to me fully. Only then will I know you truly accept me, and everything I have to give you, so I can finally claim you as mine entirely."

My face is millimeters from touching the sensitive skin at the hollow spot along her neck. The final word coming out in a deep growl full of unspoken promises. Making goosebumps appear along her flesh, and turning my arousal even higher as a shiver races along her body next to me.

My body doesn't move as I take in the moment, and the incredible feelings coming from her body. Modesty tries to remain still, but her body continues to lightly shiver sporadically. While my face is still hidden in the crease of her neck. I close my eyes, and send up one final prayer to whichever God is listening for some much needed strength. Then move back until I'm sitting back up, and open my eyes to look at Modesty without a single emotion showing on my face.

I feel my heart begin to tear away into little tiny pieces just thinking about what I'm going to say. I promised her an out clause, and I mean it. Just disregard the piece of my heart with it. "Remember I told you this was going to be your choice, so that means there's also a flip side to this deal. If you have doubts, and don't think this will work out between us. Then just say the word, and we'll go our separate ways! No harm, no foul. If you say yes, and at any time things become too much for you, and you want to stop, all you have to do is say the word. Then your wish will be granted immediately. I only want what's best for you, My Darling."

I give her a small, genuine smile once I'm finished. Then look over her shoulder at the clock hanging on the exterior kitchen wall. Noticing it's already one thirty in the afternoon. Which means my time with Modesty is almost up. I bring both of her hands up to my lips, and give both of them a kiss. Before gently placing them back down in her lap, and standing up from the couch as I let go.

"Unfortunately My Darling, it seems our time together this weekend is coming to an end, and it's almost time for me to take you back home. Why don't you go get dressed now, and grab your things. I'll be right here waiting for you when you get done." I tell her regrettably, and help pull her up from the couch.

Before Modesty makes a move to leave me, she gives me the most adorably cute confused look on her face, and opens her mouth to say something, but I place my index finger over her lips stopping her. "No more talking My Love. Now it's your turn to think. If you either want to give this thing between us a try, or would you rather just walk away? Take all the time you need to think about your answer. I'm not going anywhere."

I take her hand and bring it above her head. Then twirl her body around until she is facing the hallway, and drop her hand. Before sending a resounding smack of my palm down onto her round, jiggly ass, and growling my words directly into her ear from behind.

"Run along now Little Girl! You don't want to start our agreement off already owing twenty lashes as punishment for disobeying me right? Or, does that excite you?"

Modesty's body instantly freezes. Before she turns to look at me over her shoulder with wild, fiery eyes. Shining from both fear and excitement. While rapidly shaking her head no.

The animal inside of me feels like he's on top of the world right now. I feel like I want to pound my fist against my chest all because of that look currently on Modesty's face. Instead of acting upon those urges I let her go completely. Even taking two steps back away from her body, and nodding my head for her to go.

"That's My Girl! Now go!" I tell her back as she swiftly walks across the house to her room, and shutting the door with an audible click.

I walk over to the coat closet beside my front door, and pull out both of our jackets from inside. I slide on a three quarter sleeve black jacket, and then grab my wallet and keys from the in-table next to the closet. Placing both in my pockets before taking the other jacket, and walking back over to the couch.

I sit down relaxing back into the couch as I wait. I place her coat in my lap, and close my eyes letting my head fall all the way back for just a minute. I can already tell a lot of the stress that was weighing on my shoulders earlier is gone now that everything's out in the open between us. I know it was the right thing to do, I just worry, because Modesty is so innocent. The odds are split straight down the middle on what her answer could be. Which will be my single only worry until I get her answer.

Goodbye Sleep, My Friend! I won't be seeing you for a while probably!

About twenty minutes later Modesty comes back into the living room wearing the same black dress and lace up thigh high boots from Friday night. Her wild messy curls look a little tamer now, but still give off a 'just fucked' vibe.

But, I be damned if I tell her!

Modesty's face is so beautiful all natural. Her skin looks like it's absolutely glowing! She doesn't need make up to take my breath away! I let my eyes travel the length of her delicious body as I stand up. I hold her coat open for her to slide her arms inside and up into place. Before walking around to her front to button the coat closed, and then taking her hand. Escorting the both of us out of the front door and to my truck reluctantly.

We are both unusually quiet as we walk. Both of us are completely lost in our own thoughts, so I don't think either one of us notice it either, or how fast time is actually moving. As I drive us across the semi crowded streets of New York to Modesty's studio apartment. The silence between us continued for the entire thirty-five minute drive, but it never became awkward or uncomfortable. It felt just right instead!

Hell, for the first time in as long as I can remember I feel whole and complete. The two things I actively try to avoid thinking about, but thanks to this beautiful, darling little creature next to me I don't have to! That in itself would be good enough reason for me to keep her!

It doesn't take me long to find a place to park my truck along the curb close to Modesty's studio once I get there. I turn the truck off then face Modesty, and hold up one finger telling her to wait smiling. I jump out of the driver side, and run around the front of the truck to the passenger door opening it.

By the time I get the door open all the way Modesty already has her seat belt off, so I stick my bottom lip out pouting like a kid at her. Then move my chin up and down rapidly to look like I'm about to cry any second now. Modesty throws her head back and lets out a loud tinkling laugh at my antics though!

By damn if she doesn't sound just like Tinkerbell the Fairy when she laughs like that! Absolutely Beautiful!
I give her a moment to enjoy herself, but then ruffly take a hold of her hips in my tight grip, and pick up her body up and out of the truck. I drape the front of her exquisite body across mine, and let her feel how hard I am already as she slides down to touch the ground. As the front of her body moves across mine I feel her perky, hard nipples begging to be freed from their confines, and lascivious with attention.

Our eyes are locked together as she slowly makes her way down. Both of our hearts are trying to beat their way outside of our chest with how hard they're working. As soon as the little sensitive button between her parted legs rubs across the leaking head of my pulsing shaft, her hips thrust forward involuntarily. Hitting her clit directly against the hard tip again, and causing her to whimper loudly. That quickly turns into an all out moan as she closes her eyes, and lets her head fall back against her shoulders from the all consuming passion.

My control is on a razor sharp edge at the moment. All thanks to that glorious noise, and the feel of her forbidden heat so close to my body. I need to back away from her body right now if I want to keep my promise, and not do anything to her without her agreement first. Truth be told, I don't think I can handle the disappointment and lose myself if she said no after all that we've already shared.

Thankfully I feel Modesty's feet touch down on the ground then, so I release my grip form her body, and start to take a step back. But, I didn't take into account the fact that her eye's are still closed, or the fact that she is still processing the completely new and foreign feels ravishing her body at the moment, and how her brain wasn't anywhere close to focusing on the here and now.

I'd already taken one giant step back when I noticed Modesty's body falling forward instead of staying up on her feet. It took me a few seconds to react, but I finally dove down to the floor with my arms out. Wrapping them both around her body, and pulling her securely into my chest, so I could roll both of our bodies. Until I'm flat on the floor with her body laying on top of mine. Both of us are gasping for air, chest heaving up and down, as we stare at each other .

Then Modesty gives me a beaming, megawatt smile causing her whole face to glow like an angel in pure joyful innocence. As she traces the line of my neck with the tip of her index finger. Until she stops directly over my rapidly beating pulse. The little minx doesn't really know what she's doing, but she has absolutely no problem bringing me to my knees!

I see the tip of her pink tongue come out to trace along the edge of her lips. Slowly wetting the plump pieces of flesh. Immediately catching my eye, and all I can think about is how sweet they taste. My hungry stare rapidly shifts between her eyes and her lips. It's taking everything I have in me to not lean in, and claim her lips as mine.

Modesty must feel my body twitch like I'm about to get up, because she takes her hand, and wraps it around my neck. Then give me a forceful little nudge to the head down towards the direction of her waiting lips. In the next second I completely break my main rule for the weekend, but I couldn't live with myself if this was the only chance I got to taste those sweet lips, but let the opportunity slip away!

I think we're both shocked as soon as our lips connect together. Neither of us so much after that, but hold completely still as the lighting bolts electrify their way through our systems. Leaving a burning trail of fire behind in its wake that must have her lips to douse the flames.

The feelings rushing through me are getting stronger by the second. My body begins to move from primal instincts. My hands spread out wide, so I can tangle my fingers in her thick, curly, long fire engine red hair, and angle her head just so allowing me to take over control of the kiss. Then I gently nibble on her bottom lip causing Modesty to gasp.

I don't waste another second! I thrust my ravionious tongue deep into her sweet tasting mouth. Then allow myself one full minute to just delight in the warm, sweet feeling of the kiss, and this glorious woman on top of me. Before pulling myself away from her entirely kicking and screaming. Whether I want to or not! The kiss was already too much!

Fuck that! It's not even enough!

I can't get enough of her in just one minute, and almost drive myself crazy trying! Half way through the kiss I move my hands around to my chest. Where her little innocent hands have been roaming all on their own, and pull them over her head with one of my hands. Then hold them there as we both calm down.

Modesty lets out one of the sexiest moans I've ever heard at the trapped feeling. Her hips begin to move back and forth in small thrust. No doubt trying to relieve some of the raging need between her legs with the friction.

We can't have that now, can we?

I give her an evil smirk then shift my lower body completely away from hers, but slide my foot over the bottom part of her leg. Then hook my foot around her ankle, and pull her leg open as wide as I can. Making sure she can't get any relief without me touching her somewhere other than her foot.

Modesty lets out a frustrated groan clearly not liking this new predicament she's in, but it makes me chuckle. I gradually slow the movements of my tongue down over the next few moments. Sucking on the tip of her tongue deep into my mouth claiming it as mine one last time, and leaving little love bites along the seam of her lips.

Once I reach the number sixty in my head I stop immediately. I leave one final kiss to her swollen lips before rolling myself over, and standing up from the floor. Then reach down for Modesty as soon as I'm on my feet, but I pull her into my arms instead of on her own feet. Swinging her legs over my arms and carrying her up to her front door bridal style.

Modesty gives me a confused look, and I smile. "Where's your keys? I'll set you down inside once you open the door, so you won't fall on your face again." I wink jokingly.

Modesty blushes looking down, but opens the clutch purse hanging around her wrist, and pulls a set of keys from inside. It takes her a few tries to get the key into the groves to open the door. This time I don't move a single muscle until I know she is standing on her own inside her apartment just fine before letting go.

After a moment she gives my hands at her hips a pat signalling she's fine, so I drop my hands and take a step back. Modesty spins around to face me. That brilliant megawatt smile dominating the bottom half of her face. That smile makes me weak in the knees every time! Modesty leans the top half of her body against the door of her apartment cutting off my view of the inside.

"Well Dino Tuccii I have to say you are a man of your word. This has definitely been a night, well weekend, I won't forget! Thank you!" Modesty says breathlessly.

"Anytime Darling. Just say the word." I give her a cocky wink before getting ready to make my exit. "I hope to hear from you soon. Until then."

"Bye!" I hear Modesty call behind me as I walk back down the stairs to my truck. A shit-eating grin glued to my face, and a noticeable bounce in my step as I go.

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Authors Note

 Hello My Loves!

 Sorry this is so late, but we all know how crazy things have become the last week and a half! Hope everyone is staying safe in these crazy times!

But, since we all seem to have a bit more time on our hands (well, until they tell me I have to stop working for me that is) I was wondering if y'all would mind helping me out... I'm going to post a special request in a separate chapter as soon as I post this chapter, so if you don't mind check it out for me!

Don't forget to leave your thoughts first! If you like the story so far leave a vote, and tell your friends about our little kinky world, so they can become enlightened during these dark and very boring staying at home times! Hahaha!!!

Until next time! Stay safe my kinky loves!

Callie