But that wasn’t the worst part. Each night, I sat in my room, Kevin’s number on the screen of my cell phone. All I had to do was hit ‘send’. ...nly I never did. What would I say? How could I approach him without seeming like I was only after him because of his money? How could I be sure I was attracted to him because of who he was, not for the things he had or what he could do for me? How could I be sure he wouldn’t break my heart again? Valentine’s Day came and went. I half-expected to receive. I wanted to please Dom in the worst way. He didnt know it yet, but I had a submissive streak a mile wide. I needed to be controlled. It turned me on it the worst way that he didnt touch me the first time. I had not earned it yet. It wasnt long before we had to see each other again. We had given each other something that we had been missing. I had given him the release that he desired while he had given me someone to trust. I could open up to him about my needs and wants and he understood. Hope. When I swore the oathbinding, it granted understanding of how Ciarra interpreted my oath. I had hope because I felt the complete contempt she had for anyone who misleads someone in an honor bound agreement. That belief had infused her interpretation of my oath.Ciarra wouldn’t deceive me about anything that touched my oathbinding, and she promised more than I dared hope for, all for the price of willingly submitting to what I couldn’t stop anyway. I tried to ignore the quiet part of me. "Bill shook his head and smiled. "Uh uh. I'd remember her." He felt his cock stir. The girl was a first class beauty, immature of course, but a stunner with long, straight hair she now flipped back with a toss of her head. Since his sister was fifteen, he assumed her friend was too, but what a nice pair of high jugs and such a cute belly button. He wondered if she shaved her pussy the way the last girl he fucked had done. His thick cock stirred at the memory. He knew it was filling with.