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After one last inspection and an approving nod of my head, I respond, “I’m ready.”
BALDWIN
“She’s gonna be the death of me,” I mutter underneath my breath as I watch her come sauntering out of her bedroom with a seductive sway added to her hips. When she notices the growing tent in my pants, she shoots me a beguiling wink. She’s a temptress who’s determined to test my control.
“Are you ready to do this?” she purrs, amping my libido.
“Woman, let me woo you. Stop testing my resolve, will ya?”
“Oh, snow bear, I plan on wooing you too,” she coos. Her throaty tone has me reaching down and adjusting my dick. It’s nearing on becoming painful at this point, each throb punctuating the fact I need her wrapped around me as I thrust into her warm, willing body. The woman thrives on causing me agony.
Clearing my dry throat, I state, “Follow me.”
“I’d follow you to the pits of hell if you were to ask,” she answers.
Damn this woman.
My paw and shaft are going to have an illicit affair in my shower stall if she keeps this up. I can only be pushed so far before I pounce and take her before I show her that she means more to me than a roll in the hay. She feels the pull to me that I’ve felt toward her, but I want to romance her, show her that sentimental side of me before I let my beast loose from his leash. Because once that happens, all bets are off. He will dominate my every move, thought, and command my unrelenting submission. And I’ll have no other choice than to give him that restraint because my human mind will be tucked behind his animalistic one.
Without responding, I reach out, lace my fingers with hers and drag her behind me as I lead her to where her mystery date awaits her. I hope she enjoys this because I put a lot of thought behind it last night while we laid in bed. I wanted to do something special for her. It’s not uncommon to have a picnic, but the one I readied for her is extra special.
I didn’t go with the mundane, traditional spread. I strung battery-operated lights from the trees, with the shade they should twinkle and set a romantic atmosphere. A bottle of her favorite champagne and orange juice is chilling on ice in a goblet style bucket, two flutes are proportionately placed beside it. I got up a couple of hours before Charisma did and began cubing her favorite Colby jack cheese, cutting salami into perfect round spheres while patiently removing the outer foreskin, destemmed some red grapes, and sliced up various berries—all of which I plan on hand feeding her. Her favorite band plays from the surround sound speaker I painstakingly inserted into the limbs of the tree with a blanket situated below it.
When we break from the meadow and walk into the forest attached to our property, a gasp of shocked surprise exits my female's mouth. “Baldwin. This is… I have no words,” she stammers while walking to the setup, and twirling around in circles, inspecting every square inch.
“You like it, Risma?” The unassured piece of me roars his head and demands an answer. I contemplated for hours, put a lot of thought into what would be the perfect first date and this vision is what I came up with. I hope it's enough. Not too much, but not too little.
“This is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she admits, a stray tear escaping and falling haphazardly down her ruby cheek. Her usual pale complexion reddening, her emotions easily read which evokes a pleased, euphoric smile to cross my face.
“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” I demand through a raspy, overwrought tone.
“It’s just… perfect,” she affirms, her words full of admiration and applause. “You did all of this by yourself?”
“Yes,” I admit. “I thought about asking for help, but then decided it’d mean more if I did it all myself.”
CHARISMA
Never in theentirety of my life has someone done something for me like this, which is why tears are building in my eyes. My former master was definitely an egotistical asshole, and those he turned were expected to wait onhimhand and foot without regard to our own needs. Knowing the effort it must’ve taken Baldwin to create such a paradise is humbling.
Seeing the various foods, it dawns on me that they’remyfavorites, which causes me to softly sob. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.” My voice is barely above a whisper as I throw my arms around him. “You have no idea how this makes me feel right now.”
“I think I can guess, sweetness.” His voice is gruff yet tender as his arms wrap around me, engulfing me in his essence.
As I go to reply, my stomach grumbles which causes both of us to laugh. He leads me to the blanket then helps me sit before pouring me a perfect mimosa. Taking a sip, I moan in pleasure, which causes him to growl as his eyes heat with lust. “So good. While I normally enjoy Esme’s wines, I’ve always been partial to these,” I tell him.
“Why do you like them so much?” he asks, pouring one for himself.
“Because they taste like liquid sunshine, all sparkly and bubbly,” I answer. When I reach for a piece of cheese, he shakes his head causing me to pull my hand back. I’m completely baffled by his response, to be honest, but he’s running this show, so I’ll wait. Just not too long because Iamhungry, after all.
“Let me.” He reaches for several pieces of cheese then almost lovingly places it against my lips. “I want to feed you, Charisma,” he whispers, sending a shaft of longing through my body.
Intrigued by what he’s doing since I’ve never been treated like this, as if I’m a rare gem, a treasure he wishes to care for, I allow him to feed me. In between, there are soft touches that ramp up my desire. I’m to the point I wish I could pounce on him, but again, he’s running this show. I just hope the end game has him sinking his teeth into my neck to fully claim me as his mate.
“Baldwin.” His name falls from my lips as he lifts my chalice to my lips so I can take another sip of my delicious mimosa.
“Yes, sweetness?” he inquires, a grin hovering on his handsome face.
“What are we doing?”