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Summer adjusts her composure as she adjusts her clothes from the humiliatingly hot ride to the restaurant while she waits for Elliot to walk around the truck and open the door for her. She has learned from experience in the short months they’ve been in this relationship that, dynamic aside, Elliot Love possesses, among other qualities, a southern gentleman’s charm. It has been difficult learning to allow a door to be opened for her. She recalls now, the debate with Elliot over the old fashioned gesture. Summer see’s herself as an independent, strong woman and feels no need to be validated as woman by some old antiquated notion, but Elliot, she recalls with a slight smirk, was adamant. His commands to, “stay” were infuriating at first, but it didn’t take too many instances before Summer grew accustomed to obeying and waiting.
Elliot reaches for the door handle and opening the door, Summer hops out of the jacked up truck. Stepping out of the way, Elliot closes the door and hits the lock button on His key fob as meets Summer at the tailgate. Another lesson, Summer learned early was where to position herself in relation to Elliot when walking or standing with Him. Elliot likes to have his right hand free, so Summer knows to always position herself on His left. As they walk, Elliot guides her with His hand at the small of Summer’s back up to the front door. Opening the door like the gentlemen He is, Elliot allows Summer to cross the threshold before walking through Himself. “Good evening, Mr. Love”, welcomes the hostess. “Your table is not quite ready. Would you care to wait at the bar?” Elliot is not perturbed, but inquires on the wait time. “Your table should be ready in about 15 minutes”, replies the hostess. Elliot decides to have a little fun with Summer before they’re seated for dinner, so He informs the hostess, Amy, that He and Summer will head to the bar. “Very well, Mr. Love. I’ll come get you when your table is ready.”
Elliot escorts Summer to a barstool and tells her to have a seat. Summer obeys and takes a seat on the tall bar stool. She’s conscious of the short skirt she’s wearing and the draft floating to her womanhood from the lack of panties. She starts to cross one knee of the other when Elliot clears His throat and shakes His head while glancing from her face to her knees. The blood rushes to Summer’s face as she realizes in that split few seconds what He means and she uncrosses her knees to press them together tightly. The bartender approaches and takes their drink orders. Summer orders an appletini and Elliot asks for a snifter of whiskey. As the bartender prepares their drinks, Elliot leans in and pulls Summer’s hair back from her ear to whisper in Summer’s ear. “You are by far the sexiest woman here tonight”. He leaves His left arm resting on Summer’s shoulder with his fingertip brushing the nipple to her right breast. Summer feels the tiny nub harden under his slight touch and she begins to fidget in her seat. Not to be daunted, Elliot spins her around to face the bar and with their backs to the crowded restaurant, Elliot reaches between Summers knees and wedges them slightly apart.
Summer tries to press her knees back together, but another clearing of the throat from Elliot clearly indicates that He will not take no for an answer. He pushes her knees apart again. More heat floods Summer’s already flushed face and she feels a dampness between her legs that she’s sure is going to leave a puddle on the stool. Obeying her Dominant reluctantly, Summer tries to relax as Elliot’s hand disappears under the hem of her skirt and His fingers find her folds, slick for him. One long index finger reaches her clit and starts to massage in circles over it. Summer gasps as shocks of electrical pleasure course through her body. Elliot removes His hand reluctantly and leans in again to chuckling under his breath, “did you like that baby girl”?
Summer narrows her eyes at her Dominant and takes a big gulp of the bittersweet drink placed in front of her. Elliot begins to harden under that sexy sultry stare, but puts His stern face on to indicate to her that eye cutting will not be tolerated. Summer quickly looks down and away to give time to collect her composure. When she looks up again, Amy, the hostess is indicating their table is ready. Summer slides off the barstool and begins to follow Amy through the restaurant, thinking as she does, this is going to be a delicious night in so many ways!
