“Roy!” Vincent’s voice pulled me out of my fantasy.

“Huh?” I blinked as my mind tried to focus on the current situation.

“What’s got you so out of it, you didn’t even hear me calling your name?” He stared at me. It was then that I’d realized we were parked at the back of an unlit building, hiding in the shadows that were only getting darker as the sky darkened.

“All the ways you might punish me.” I admitted easily.

“You enjoy being punished way too much. You’re supposed to learn from your mistakes when you get punished for them. What were you imagining?” He shook his head, but still smirked at me.

“Oh I do learn from them. I learn how amazing it feels when you dominate me. I was imagining you wearing that form fitting office clothes, and dominating me like the master you are.” I answered somewhat vaguely.

“Yeah? You want to try roll playing? I’ll be your boss, and you my employee who got himself in trouble and needs punishment for his mistakes. That sounds pretty fun to me.” Vincent’s eyes were full of lust and joy at the thought of this roll playing scenario. He crawled into my lap. It was slightly uncomfortable because it was a tight fit, with his knees on either side of my hips, but I wasn’t going to complain. My hands rested on his hips in a tight hold.

“I would love to roll play with you. It doesn’t sound too bad to have you punish me dressed like a sexy CEO or something.”

“Roy, Roy, Roy. What’s a master to do, when his bad boy won’t behave?” He asked, looking straight at my face.

“Sometimes being a little naughty is fun, isn’t it?” I smirked.

“Maybe we’ll have to find new ways to punish you that aren’t sexual then. Things you won’t enjoy as much.” He gave me a stern glare. “Or maybe we’ll try a little humiliation, if you’re okay with that.” The devious grin growing on his face told me he already had some dirty humiliating things he wanted to do to me, and while I’ve never really been a fan, I couldn’t say my interest wasn’t peaked.

“Like what?” I asked curiously, before agreeing to anything. His eyes lit up with an intimidating elation I’d never seen him show before.

“Like maybe I’ll record you screaming out my name, and begging me to let you cum as I ride you, and maybe I send that recording around to all our friends to show who you belong to now. Or maybe I make you wear an embarrassing thong, with a gag and matching collar and leash, and invite our friends to our home for a little get together, making you keep the gag on all evening as you wait on our every need. Or maybe I’ll make you wear all that sexy lingerie you love seeing on me, under your clothes all day while you’re at work. I’ve got so many ideas. Personally I love the idea of recording you screaming my name in pure bliss to send it to all our friends. But I’m a bit possessive, so I love the idea of showing everyone who you belong to however I can.” His face was turning a light rosy color the more he talked about all the ways he wanted to punish me.

“Then… Let’s do it. Let’s see if humiliation will work on a sub like me.” I consented, with a playful smirk, knowing it might be more fun than what he already does as punishment. He gave me a beautiful smile after hearing me consent to the humiliation tactics he wanted to try. Honestly, with Vincent, I didn’t mind trying anything new, and maybe that’ll be what helps me realize I can fully give him all of my trust.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Only if you promise that you’ll never make me go nude in public, then sure. We can try humalting punishments.” I answered.

“I would never. I promise you I’m not one for public nudity for humiliation. I think the furthest I’d go in that direction is only that thong outfit I mentioned, but even that would be in our home, with people we know and trust, not in public around strangers.”

Just as I was about to reply, my stomach growled loudly, making both of us laugh. It was kind of embarrassing since it totally ruined the moment.

Vincent wiggled his was back into the driver’s seat, “Let’s go eat. Then we’ll go home and talk about it more. And only because you need to be fed, are we putting this punishment on hold.” He smiled at me sweetly, but I could see the dark lust in his eyes.

We walked into a smile café diner type place with a rather romantic aesthetic. It was a cute place. There was an old brick patio with strings of larger light bulbs hanging overhead, and a lot of viny greens twining with the lights, and the fence that blocked in the patio, and the wood pillars the held up the wires that the lights were hanging from. It was a beautiful space. And the dark of the early evening made the lighting of the patio that much more romantic. I felt like I did not fit in, in a place like this.

“This is an Italian restaurant. If you want still want Korean after we eat, I’ll consider letting you have some at home.” He said in his most suggestive voice. The things this man did to me… My body was suddenly vibrating with the excitement of what may come at home.

“Vinny! Welcome back paperotto!” A sweet older, obviously Italian looking woman called out. I immediately snorted out a laugh at the nickname she’d called him. Markus spoke Italian frequently around me, so I picked up quite a bit of it. Hearing her call Vincent a common term of endearment normally meant for children, was just way to funny. I chuckled to myself.

Vincent lightly elbowed me in the ribs, “Knock it off.” He gave me a stern look. I stopped laughing, but I couldn’t keep the smile from staying on my face.

“Chi è questo bell’uomo?” Smiled at me, as she held Vincent’s cheeks fondly, like a mother would to her child. I was confused, because I knew this woman wasn’t Vincent’s mom, but they were acting a lot like parent and child.

“È il mio – ”

“Buono sera, sono il suo ragazzo, Roy.” I introduced myself and smiled sweetly at her. I took her hand in mine to kiss it gently.

She gave what I can only describe as an ‘Italian gasp’ as her cheeks tinted slightly pink, “What a flirt. I like him.” She smiled back.

After a short talk, where I learned that this woman was a really close family friend of Vincent’s family, the woman told us to take a seat anywhere, and brought us a bottle of red wine and some bruschetta while we waited on our main dishes. Vincent and I spent probably 30 minutes flirting back and forth, sweet talking one another, sharing bites of bread, and being over all just incredibly lovey dovey.

“You know. This is actually our first real date.” Vincent randomly pointed out just as our food was set down in front of us.

I thought for a moment, “Mm, yeah. You’re right. I think we should do dates more often, so I can show off my master a little more.” I smiled hotly at him.

“I like that you enjoy showing me off. It makes me feel good.” He said, smiling mostly to himself.

“Vincent, I would show you off to the entire world if that were possible. I don’t have you on some pedestal where I think you’re the most perfect creature to ever exist. But for me, I want to show you off as mine because I am so madly in love you.” I said. Vincent stared at me in shock, dropping his fork in a loud clatter against the plate.

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A/N: Oof! The big "L-word"! Ready to see how that goes?!

Side note: My husband is finally home from his deployment, and I was enjoying some family time after getting over the sick that got me and my kids. I think this week our lives should fall back into some normalcy, and I'll be able to continue updating BG&L with no inturuptions.