bratty b a e's blog: "Bae's stories"

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!

Elliot’s day is filled with meetings about the upcoming undercover task force Him and His partner, Matthew Whiley, will be members of. This is a joint task force between the Narcotics, Homicide, State and Federal Federal Bureaus of Investigation. This will be head up by the Fed’s and Elliot knows this means that Matt and Him will be doing the real undercover work on the ground. Detailed preparation is required. Elliot is concerned about how this may affect his blossoming relationship with Summer. They’re still quite new and so far, He’s been able to keep the fact that He’s a cop from her. He’d like to keep it that way.

Elliot pushes the worry from His mind and focuses instead of the events of last night’s dinner and subsequent events afterwards. As it was, Summer had to postpone the dinner time due to her work schedule, so instead of having her meet Him at the restaurant, He told her He’d pick her up and then take her back to her vehicle later.

Elliot pulls into the parking lot of her office complex. Summer is waiting by her car, wearing a short skirt and button down blouse. She’s got between the toe dress flip flops on. As the truck comes to a halt, Summer opens the door and jumps into the cab. She reaches over and kisses Elliot soundly, saying with a welcoming smile, “Hello, Sir”. Kicking off her shoes, she throws her feet up on the dash and wiggles her pretty manicured toes. Elliot watches with amusement and says, spread your legs baby girl and let me touch my pussy. Summer obeys without question and Elliot reaches down to feel her slick with moisture. He fingers her briefly and feels her getting wetter. With a big smile, He pulls His hand away and pops one finger in His mouth, before offering Her the other finger to suck. She tastes so sweet.

Elliot whips around the parking lot and starts to pull out onto the road. Summer starts to remove her legs from the dash, but Elliot has an idea. He wants to push her boundaries tonight and He’s feeling particularly sadistic. “No!”, Elliot commands. “Leave the legs up and spread until we get to the restaurant.” Summer looks at Elliot with a look of horror on her face and Elliot smiles inwardly. He gives her that stern, “I’m not kidding” face and waits for her to put her legs back where they were.

Summer reluctantly does what she’s told, but the humiliation has her cheeks burning and her anger rising. As she stares straight ahead, she prays for no red lights between the office and the restaurant. The mantra going off in her head, “please stay green, please be green, please turn green.” Elliot with one hand on the wheel reaches over and goes back to playing with her exposed wet pussy, not caring or rather hoping other drivers may notice. He’s not to be disappointed as several trucks and tractor-trailers come by. A couple guys even give Elliot a knowing nod as they pass by Summer’s side of the vehicle in the outside lane.

In about 20 minutes they’re pulling into the restaurant. Elliot reminds Summer to keep her legs open until He finds a parking space. Summer is mortified, but does as she’s told. Elliot, to extend the humiliation drives around the parking lot a few times before choosing a space and pulling in. Elliot cuts the engine and reaches for the back of Summer’s head. Pulling her to Him, He kisses her hard, his tongue shooting out to mingle with hers. He released Summer and smiles. “Good girl! Now let’s go be vanilla and eat some dinner. You’re going to need your sustenance for strength later.”

Elliot Love is an enigma wrapped up in a mystery. At least in Summer’s eyes He is. There are things about Himself, He has revealed to her and, yet, still much more He keeps locked away. If Summer were to ever know the real Elliot; if He were to reveal certain facts about Himself, He could lose her forever. Of this Elliot is most sure of; so He reveals as little as possible and He commits to nothing.

It was those dark thoughts that swirled Elliot’s mind while He waited for the text message to come through of the wet pussy that belongs only to Him. He pushes those dire musings from His mind as the mobile phone vibrates in His palm. He opens the message and downloads the content. Elliot’s greeted with a slightly off skew picture of Summer’s female genitalia. Slick with moisture, bare of hair, Summer has captured His pussy, lips apart and entrance just begging to be invaded. Despite Elliot’s absolute control over His own mind, His body reacts in quite a different way, with a mind all its own and Elliot can’t help but to grow hard at the sight of what is solely His.

Pictures of Summer kneeling before Him, hands behind her back, His hand gripping her hair, her mouth open, waiting for Elliot to slide His cock in and down her throat make Elliot grow even harder. He imagines her tight pussy beginning to throb for want of being filled. Looking at the picture, He wants nothing more than to have her here before Him, sucking on Him, so He can bend Her over and fuck Her hard. All this races through Elliot in the space of a minute before the phone is ringing. Summer has obeyed His word and is calling back. “Good girl”, Elliot answers the phone. “Thank You, Sir.”, says Summer. “No, baby girl, thank you for making me a very happy Man. You can take mini to play, BUT you can NOT cum. Do you understand me, Summer? I want you hot and ready for later.” Summer affirms that she understands, but Elliot can hear the yearning and disappointment in her voice. He grins sadistically. She will be putty in His hands in a few hours and she will bend to His will without a second thought. He thinks to himself of all the things he’s got in store for Miss Summer Dubois and His grin grows sadistically even wider!

They talk for a few minutes about the meeting later, when Elliot looks up from the floor at the entrance of His partner. “Ready to go?” asks Matt? Elliot puts one pointer finger in the air to signify just a moment and says to Summer, “baby girl, I have to go now” I’ll try to call you later, but if I can’t, then I’ll see you at the restaurant. Remember, Summer, what the rules are?” “Yes, Sir, I do”, replies Summer, “no cumming, wear a skirt and no panties” “Very good, baby girl”, Eliott commends her before saying good-bye and hanging up the phone.

Elliot meets Matt in the hallway of the Charlotte-Mecklengburg Police Department. Dressed in blue Levi jeans, plain white tee-shirt and black biker boots, Elliot takes on the appearance of the kind of person He is….a force to be reckoned with.  

“Thank you for lunch today. Have a great night, baby girl. Make sure you meet curfew. I love you and sweet dreams”. Summer quickly punches out a reply, “so did i, Sir. i love You more. Goodnight” and she hit the send button. She hugged the phone tightly before taking it to the bedroom where just a couple days ago, she participated in a scene to rival anything from Fifty Shades of Grey. Plugging the phone into the charger, Summer undresses and dons her Tinkerbell bathrobe. Padding back to the living room, she finishes her take-out and proceeds to browse her social media for a time, while House of Cards plays on Netflix.

            With a full stomach on Polynesian and a second glass of Merlot to mellow her senses, Summer is feeling drowsy. It’s closing on a midnight curfew, set forth by her Dominant. If not for that she’d fall asleep on the couch every night with the TV. Summer dreads going to that queen size bed each night, but she obeys because it pleases her to know she’s pleasing Him. Knowing she’s prone to fall asleep curled up in the softness of the leather love seat, she turns the TV off, unplugs the HDMI cord from the laptop and bids Fubar and Facebook a goodnight, “time to give some head and ass….to my pillow and mattress”. She shuts down the Mac, turns out all the lights and slowly makes her way in the dark to the bathroom. A pee, quick shower and brush of her teeth and she can no longer prolong the inevitable….bed. She dries herself off quickly and puts her robe back on. She’s quietly walks into the bedroom. It is a smallish room and the bed she is the main focus of the whole room. She loves this bed. It’s beautifully crafted. She smiles at the love that’s been made between her and her Dom, the days and, sometimes nights that have been spent fucking, talking, making plans for a brighter future. Tonight, she’s cold and alone. She loves her Master, but at night, well, nights after night alone makes her sometimes wish she didn’t love Him. Summer despises herself for these feelings because it seems unbecoming a submissive to feel that way about their Dom, but not every human emotion can be controlled, not by someone with as big a heart or as warm a personality as hers. Climbing between the cool Egyptian cotton sheets, Summer pulls to her and hugs the pillow Her Master uses when visiting her. It serves as a poor substitute for the Man she has given herself to. The girl who everyone likes, everyone seems drawn to, who is said to exude sex appeal drifts off to sleep with dark thoughts to plague her dreams.

            The boardroom is glaringly bright with florescent white light. Summer sits at the table deep in thought, letting the voices of her colleagues fade into soft murmurings. She knows she she should be paying attention to the details of this meeting. It wouldn’t do to miss something crucial, but her mind continues to betray her will, so her thoughts keep wandering to more exciting things.

            Summer is, by her standards, a plain woman. Her personality, like her name, is as bright as warm sunshine. People are inexplicably drawn to her. She’s been told by a few in her inner circle that she exudes sex appeal, but she doesn’t see what they see. She chalks it up to being an extrovert. Still she remains humble, where others might become arrogant. Perhaps it’s her Southern upbringing coming through.

            Her thoughts reflect on the years of her life. She has had some experiences, that is for certain. She wonders how it has all lead her to this point, to this experience she now finds herself in. It is not an incredibly long life, but by some standards it has had a lifetime of dramatic adventures. Adventures like the one Summer currently finds herself on the precipice of right now.

            A day of meetings, coupled with dealing with the public has left Summer exhausted. She was happy when she walked into the small third story apartment. Kicking off her heels at the front door, she padded barefoot into the kitchen. Flipping on the light over the sink, she thinks about what she should eat tonight, not realizing until she heard her own voice that she was actually talking to herself. Summer always smiles to herself when she catches herself doing that and wonders if she also answers herself sometimes. She opens the refrigerator, quietly laughing at the old adage about answering one’s self and pull out a bottle of her Merlot from her favorite local winery.

            Left over Polynesian takeout from the night before stares at her from the second shelf. That seems as good as anything to eat. Pulling a wineglass from the cupboard, Summer pours a glass of wine and empties the contents of the food onto a plate. Setting the microwave for two minutes, she heated the Lo Mein and Spring Rolls to piping hot. Taking the plate and wine to the living room, Summer fires up the laptop. Time to enjoy her night with a little social media. While bringing up Fubar and Facebook, her cell phone buzzes on the coffee table. A text message. She grabs the phone, wondering who might be texting her Summer touches the text icon, immediately smiling to herself as she sees the sender. It’s Him!