“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” she asks with a sly smile as she sips her water.
Leaning over the center console, I frame her face with my hands and pull her in to thoroughly kiss her. Just as I feel her melting against me again, becoming pliable and willing in my hands, I whisper against her lips, “You’re going to meet my parents.”
She suddenly freezes—it’s like instant suspended animation. Her mouth drops open and she looks at me with both suspicion and disbelief in her eyes. She thinks this is all a practical joke, but she’s wrong. It’s time for her to meet the family and immerse herself into my life. I’ve agreed to be her Dom, to take care of her and be responsible for her. To do that fully, she needs to be inducted into the family.
“Tell me you’re kidding,” she says flatly.
“No, not at all. You will watch your tone and words with me, Sophia,” I level her with my Dom look. She immediately assumes the submissive position again. “I think it’s time we have that punishment talk.”
“Yes, Dom,” she replies with her eyes downcast.
“We’re going to meet my parents. If you really want to be my sub, you need to meet my family and be part of it. You will not be separate. You’re not a dirty little secret. You’re an important part of me and this is important to me,” I explain with more impatience infused in my voice than I intended.
“I’m sorry I disappointed you. It will be an honor to meet your family,” she replies, her voice unpretentious and her shoulders are slumped in resignation.
Tucker pulls up to the front walkway of my parents’ palatial home. He gets out to get our luggage and I exit the car and walk around to her side to open the door for her. Taking her hand to help her out, I pull her close to me and give her a chaste kiss on the lips. “Sophia, relax. What have I told you?”
“I’m yours and you take care of what’s yours,” she recites back to me.
“Have I hurt you yet?” I ask pointedly.
“No, Dom,” she shakes her head.
“Then I think I’ve earned at least some of your trust,” I state definitively. “If you want this to work, you have to do your part. If not, tell me now before you meet my parents.”
“No, I want this!” she replies emphatically.
“It’s time to start showing it, then.”
She nods in agreement but doesn’t verbally answer. Her bottom lip is quivering as she realizes she was precariously close to losing me. “Let’s go. They are waiting for us to arrive. My mother is so excited to meet you.”
“She knows about me?”
“Yes, she knows about you. Come on,” I turn her to face the house.
Finally really looking at it, she gasps audibly and her hand flies up to cover her mouth. It really is a magnificent home with all the comforts and luxuries money can buy. But my mother has worked very hard to make it a home, not a museum, so it also feels very homey and cozy. Well, to me, at least. Sophia seems to be having other thoughts at the moment.
As we approach the front door, it swings open widely and my mom rushes out to welcome us. She’s always so happy to see me and gives me a big hug. I love both of my parents. They’ve been great and made a wonderful home for my siblings and me. But, being the only son, I’ve always had a special bond with my mom. She understands me better than anyone.
“My baby boy is home!” she exclaims as she rushes toward me.
“Hi, Mom,” I reply warmly as I take her in my arms. She kisses me on the cheek and steps back to look at me, checking to see if I’ve changed any, even though I’m well past grown.
“Mom, this is Sophia. Sophia, this is my mom, Kayla,” I make introductions and the two most important women in my life politely consider each other. My mom grabs Sophia and hugs her like she’s known her all her life.
“Sophia, it is so nice to meet you, sweetie,” Mom says as she takes Sophia’s arm and leads her to the house. “These men can get your things. Let me show you around.”
“I can manage the bags, sir. You can go on in and visit with your family,” Tucker offers.
“Thank you, Tucker. I appreciate that. Here, I’ll take these two with me,” I say as I pick up Sophia’s personal bag and my special suitcase. As I enter the house, Dad steps out of his study and embraces me.
“Good to have you home, son,” he says as we each turn and walk toward the stairs.
“Good to be home, Dad,” I reply. “I’m going up to put our things in my room and I’ll be right down. Mom took Sophia off on a tour, so if you find them first, don’t let them out of your sight or we’ll never find them again,” I joke and we both laugh as I jog up the stairs.
A few minutes later, I hear voices and laughter coming from the kitchen so I head toward the back of the house. Sophia is sitting at the table with my parents, talking and laughing, and they seem to have bonded. Upon closer inspection, I see that they are actually bonding over the family photo album.
Fucking great.
