Promises, Promises | Christian & Dill | 4.20
Although he’d never admit it to anyone, Christian was eager to meet up with Dill. His submissive was staying with her family for a week, so all the needs Christian usually had taken care of were being left to the wayside. As far as he was concerned, a Dominant of his stature should never be left wanting anything. That, along with the stress that came due to a sudden reunion with the brothers he hadn’t spoken to in almost a decade put him in dire need of relief. Luckily, that’s exactly the service Dill had promised to provide, and Christian was banking on the submissive to help take the edge off.
Dressed in tailored, expensive dress pants, a black, Oxford button down that was enticingly tight around his thickly muscled arms and broad chest, Christian threw on his leather jacket before descending to the ground floor of his apartment building to meet his chauffeur. (James, a young, well-mannered boy that wanted to work his way up the corporate ladder whom Christian had taken a liking to.) Christian nodded to James and slid into the back-seat before signaling for James to whisk him off to the academy where Dill would be waiting. It wasn’t long before after that they were parked outside the submissive dormitory. Not seeing Dill, Christian exited the limo and casually leaned against the door. He crossed his arms, checked his rolodex; noting that he was early. Whoops. After a few more minutes, a well-dressed boy exited the building and Christian immediately recognized him as the one he’d been talking to. “Right on time. You’re off to a decent start.” The Dominant complimented as Dill met him at the car. “Ready to see if you can keep that streak up?” Christian’s eyes were already lust-blown and at the sight of Dill, alone, his cock was jerking to attention under his pants. “Because I sure as hell am.” @dill-blossom
