ii. Grad Ball [Bonus chapter]

"Well, I must insist on the time you need to bring her home, young man. I don't want you thinking that just because you are rich, you can do anything to my daughter. You bring her home before ten, am I understood?" her mother said in a serious voice, making her wince.

"I understand, ma'am. I will bring her home safely," he met her mother's eyes as he said the words like an oath.

Mary felt embarrassed seeing the scene. Her mom has never been like this before. What will her boyfriend think now? Surely, he is disappointed somehow.

Dominus opened the car door for her and helped her inside. He reached for her seatbelt and secured it on her, making her blush more.

He started the engine and had his eyes on the road but he couldn't help feeling something is terribly wrong.

Has he done or said anything wrong to her mother earlier? Sure he has never been respectful before now, but he really tried his best.

"What's bothering you?" he asked, trying not to make it obvious that he has been so affected by her uneasiness and that right now a million things are running on his mind.

"I- I am not bothered," she tried to lie and looked away.

He stopped the car, "That's a lie, and you know it. Tell me what it is or I'll just assume the worse."

"What? What worse?" she asked, blinking. She couldn't comprehend why he looked like someone facing a serious predicament.

"Did I say anything wrong earlier? Do I need to go back there and apologize right now? I'll do it, I have just been so new to meeting the parents thing. But if you tell me where I did wrong, I can definitely do it better next time. No, I mean, if you give me a chance, I'll for sure do it perfectly the next time," he said the words at a fast pace, not allowing her to speak before he finished.

Before she says anything about breaking up, she ought to know he is capable of improvement.

A hearty giggle escaped her lips, she clasped her hands on her lips trying to stop herself from laughing but it didn't work.

Dominus frowned, his eyebrows crisscrossed as he looked at his girlfriend. What is she laughing at?

"Do you mind explaining what is so funny?" he asked, trying to look serious and disappointed.

It took her another minute before she can stop herself from laughing and finally answered him coherently.

"This- you and me. We are so funny. You thought I am disappointed with how you interacted with my mom when the opposite is true. I was kind of thinking I have disappointed you, my mom dealt with you in a very unfriendly manner, that I fear you might have lost interest in me," she explained.

She didn't see it coming, though she should have expected it. He is a man of action, after all, he swooped down on her and kissed her on her lips.

It was a passionate kiss that drowned her as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She felt his hands on top of her chest, brushing against the soft fabric of her dress.

"I'll never get disappointed in you. I'll never lose interest in you," he muttered under his breath when their lips finally parted.

She worriedly trailed her fingers on his lips and on his cheeks. "You made a mess out of us," she complained as she inspected the lipstick on his face, she is sure she looks worse.

He chuckled and bit her earlobe gently, "If I wanted to make a mess out of you, you won't be able to do anything right now but moan out my name."

She slapped him on his shoulder as she took out some wipes and wiped their lips with those.

"You've ruined my make-up, now I look like a plain Jane again," she complained.

It was his turn to laugh, his deep voice resonating through the car as he hovered above her, "You are never plain looking. You are by far, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. So much so, that I can't take my eyes away from you... I can't take my mind off you, queenie."

"Shut up," she managed to say as she hit his shoulder again with her fist.

"Why? I'm just saying the truth," he said, catching her hands and kissing them gently. "I will forever think this way about you. I will forever adore and love you, Mary. I'll never be able to stop the way I am with you. You have to get that through your head, because that is something that will never change."

"Now that you say it like that, it does feel like a threat," she giggled again as she get lost in his golden eyes.

"It is a threat. It is a life sentence I'm imposing on you, you know. It's something you can never escape from," he whispered as he leaned dangerously close, leaving her gasping in anticipation.

She nervously licked her lips as her throat felt dry when he looked at her like that. "You... you think I'm scared?" she stuttered as she tried to think of anything else except her need for another kiss.

He chuckled, it was lighthearted this time. "I think not. I think you are pretty excited about the countless things we can do together once I fully capture you."

She whimpered when she felt his hot tongue on her neck, gently lapping into her skin.

"My dress," she protested. "And I don't want hickeys, mom will kill me," she blushed.

"You are a prick, you know that," he grunted as he pulled her towards his seat, he lifted her legs and let her knees rest on his shoulders.

She gasped in surprise and felt her cheeks turn hotter as he lifted her skirt. He moved her hands so that they were on the hem, "hold it for me, honey."

She gulped and lifted her skirt for him, blushing profusely when he licked his lips at seeing her wet underwear.

"You are dripping wet," he said in an amused and playful tone.

"You don't have to say that," she said, feeling her walls clench at such lascivious words.

"Why not? You obviously love hearing it," he pressed his thumb above her clothed clit, earning a soft moan from her.

"I do not love hearing it," she protested, she felt her body turn feverish just from the dirty things he kept saying. But she couldn't accept it so openly to him, that is just far too shameful to admit out loud.

He slid her panty to the side, still covering her mound except for her clitoris and her slit. She closed her eyes, embarrassment filling her up in that instant.

"Look at me, I want to see how your eyes will roll back from the way I'll make you feel seconds from now. I want your teary eyes to look at me as I lapped into your heat. So look at me, honey, look only at me," she tried to protest but he sucked hard on her clit making her tear up.

"That hurts," she complained as she looked angrily at him.

"So behave and be a good girl. How can I make you feel good if you keep on being a brat?" he smiled wickedly at her as she nodded silently.

Her breathing quickened as he dove into her heat, lapping up her juices that seemed to just overflow. The way his tongue circled and teased her clit made her back arch, this is nirvana on earth she is sure of it.

Like he warned her earlier, soon she was moaning out his name, panting with incomprehensible words as she pulled on his locks.

Surely, they will be so late for their graduation ball, but who cares? To be honest even she doesn't care anymore.

All she want is... she let out a screech as she felt it... what she was yearning for, her body orgasmed hard as he thrust his fingers inside her cunt all the while pleasuring her nerve-filled button.

She was left reeling in from the high as she looked at the car's ceiling and heard his rasped breath as he hovered above her.

"Will you be a good girl for me, honey?" he asked her as he squeezed on her nipples, his eyes watching her every movement, the blank look validating how she feels for him as well.

"I will be a good girl, I promise," she whispered in a low voice.

"Call me your knight, right now. Try it, baby," he teased her further, making her cheeks burn more.

"I will be a gold girl, my knight," she nodded as she felt him unbuckling his belt.

He unzipped his pants and let his manhood out of his briefs, the shaft longer than she anticipated and far thicker than she imagined.

She began to panic and removed her knees from her shoulders, going back to her seat with eyes wide as saucers.

"I won't do anything, I promise. I just want you to help me out a bit," he whispered sweetly as he adjusted his seat to a reclining position.

"Do you think you can manage, queenie?" he asked, making her nerves jump up.

She didn't know where and how she gathered her courage, but she found herself nodding as she whispered, "I'll help you out, my knight."