It Just Feels Right Ch. 05

"So you think I'm bribing you?" He was beginning to get confused.

"No!" She covered her face with her hands. "I don't even know what I mean right now." After a deep breath, she continued. "To be completely honest... I am terrified. "

"Of?"

"I'm scared that the day after tomorrow is Monday. And I'll have to go home and back to work, and so will you...and this 'bubble' this beautiful, blissful, wonderful amazing bubble that we are in will burst. I'm scared that I am truly falling for you and I want to do everything I can to make this work...but that means giving up so much. Yes, there are times when I don't want to have to worry about everything, but I cannot just give up complete control of my life all of the sudden." She felt the tears begin to fall even as she did her best to fight them back. "I fought and worked very hard to get myself established here and do it on my own so that no one can say that I owe them...and...what happens when we have to go back to real life, Mike?" She propped her head on her hand as she looked out the window, avoiding his gaze.

"There is nothing more real than where we are now." He reached for her, but she pulled away.

"Please don't touch me..." At his puzzled look, she continued. "It's just that I can't think straight when you're touching me."

He dropped his hand back to his lap and saw the fear and trepidation in her eyes as she continued. "There are some things about me that I don't know if I can fully change...even for you. But logically, I see your point in me needing a more...modern vehicle." She took a deep breath. "And I will do all I can to put my pride aside if you're willing to help me with that."

Mike smiled and put his hand on her leg. "I would appreciate that."

She grasped his hand and smiled at him, her voice still shaking. "I...I don't know when I will be able to pay you back. But I will. My salary isn't great right now and I..."

"You don't have to." Mike's voice was clipped as he tried to get his point across.

She opened her mouth to protest again, but he cut her off.

"Let's just go look first, get a feel for what you like. We can figure out the other stuff later." He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her. "Stop worrying so much." His hand ran up and down her back as he felt her snuggle into his embrace. "That's what I'm here for. And, just for your information, I will touch you whenever I want." He paused and squeezed her in his arms. "As for the other issues you mentioned, that is a conversation we will have in the very near future. But, let's just take this one step at a time, ok?" He wiped the remainder of a tear from her cheek. "No more of that now. Just trust me."

She smiled against his neck, loving how safe and secure she felt in his arms. She took a deep breath and tried once more to tamper her anxiety. "Yes, Sir." She reveled in his embrace, letting his words sink in. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course?"

"Are you a secret millionaire or something?"

She felt his chest vibrate with laughter.

"No," he chuckled. "I am definitely not a millionaire." Mike sighed as he ran his hands up and down her arms. "Let's just say, I am comfortable and I work hard enough to ensure that if there is ever anything I want, I can get it...within reason."

She nodded against him and took a deep breath, willing herself to relax and let go.

Mike held her until she felt most of the tension drain from her body. It was amazing how she just melted into him. Once she felt his grip loosen, she leaned back and looked up at him. He kissed her on the cheek as he opened his door and got out. She barely had time to double check her make up before he was opening her door and helping her out.

For the next few hours, they walked the rows upon rows of new and used cars and trucks. Mike asked her a thousand questions about her preferences in vehicles and tried to show her the ones he thought she would like. More than one salesman came over to try to 'help,' but Mike sent them away, insisting that he knew just was much if not more than they did. She smiled as she followed him, listening to him ramble on and on about engine size, traction control, safety measures and towing capacity. Her old car still had an 8-track player in it, so she wasn't picky about the accessories, but had to admit how nice the heated seats would be in the winter.

"Welcome to the 21st century of automobiles," he joked as she sat in the driver's seat of a gently used Lexus. She was admiring the dash and trying to act like she knew what all the buttons did.

She laughed as her eyes danced over the fancy car. It was roomy, but not bulky. She honestly loved it, and felt good about it...until she saw the price. She took one look at it and began to walk away. It wasn't brand new, but it was so much money! Mike grabbed her hand and laughingly pulled her to him. "Oh it's not that much for a 2017!" She grumbled and looked away. "I can get them to come down a bit." At her resistance, he insisted. "You like it, I know you do."

She begrudgingly nodded and couldn't help the small smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth. "I do, but where are the Hondas and Kias and stuff? They are nice and safe...and cheap!"

Mike laughed. "Nah, this is more our style. Let's go get someone and see if you can take it for a test drive."

She sighed. "Mike..." She couldn't afford a car like this. It was just that simple.

"There's no harm in taking it for a ride." He smiled at her, knowing she would have to smile back.

She finally did and informed him that a test drive didn't mean anything if the car was out of her price range as he took her hand and pulled her along behind him. He corralled a young salesman and before she knew it, she was taking a nearly-new car out on the interstate. It hummed as it zipped down the road. The car accelerated quickly. The brakes didn't squeal. Both of the blinkers worked. It had automatic windows, and the radio received more than one station. Shelly felt spoiled. She drove for about three miles when Mike signaled her to pull over.

"My turn," he said as he kissed her cheek and switched seats. She buckled her seat belt as he took off quickly, pushing her head back into the headrest. She couldn't help but giggle as the force of the acceleration stirred up butterflies in her stomach.

Mike smiled as he heard her laugh. Finally, she was loosening up. He took the car through it's paces, working every gear in the transmission. He passed people left and right, making sure the engine didn't stutter or skip. Finally, he took an exit and began driving them through a neighborhood. After making a few more turns, he nodded and began heading back in the direction they had come from.

"Does it pass inspection?"

He smiled over at her. Her hair was wind-whipped and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. "It passes mine." He laughed, "but you're the one that will be driving it. What do you think?"

"It's great...and beautiful and powerful. And expensive."

He frowned as he gave her a sideways glance. When was she ever going to stop worrying?

Mike pulled the car into a parking lot of a closed retail store and put it in park. He sighed heavily as he looked over at her. "I don't want to push you into this. If you're really that concerned about the finances of it, we can take this back to the dealership and look for something you're more comfortable with."

Shelly took a breath to comment, but he cut her off.

"But know this. I will not have you driving something unsafe. You have a responsibility to me to look after yourself, and that means you will not put yourself in situations that could cause you harm. I, in turn, have a responsibility to do all I can to take care of you and ensure your safety. That means, I want you in a vehicle that I know is safe and dependable." He turned her face back towards him. "If you want this...this 'you and me,' this is how it has to be. You mean too much to me for me not to guarantee your well-being. And if that means I must force your stubborn ass to drive a beautiful, safe, modern and luxurious car...then so be it."

Her eyes gazed longingly at him. Oh how she wanted to let go. She ached to throw caution to the wind and just depend on him. She was whimsical at the thought of being taken care of. But, she had been made promises like that all her life, and they never came through. On the few occasions she had taken people at their word, she had been let down and left to clean up the mess. It had happened more than once, and she swore to herself that the last time was the last time. She knew Mike was different, but if history had taught her anything, it was that the only person she could ever really rely on was herself. "I just don't want money to mess things up between us."

Mike smiled. "It won't."

"Everyone always says that, and it happens anyway." She sighed as she turned away from him again. "It's just...I hate having to depend on people...I hate owing people... I hate feeling like I have debts to repay. I don't need to be a kept woman, I am perfectly capable of making my own money and paying my own way."

"You're prideful."

"I wouldn't say that..."

"I would." Mike's voice was soft but firm. "There's not necessarily anything wrong with it, but an overabundance of pride will keep you from a lot of things. One other thing you must realize, Michelle, is that your life isn't the same as it was last week. You are with me now. Your circumstances have changed."

Shelly sighed at looked over at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "What does that mean?"

"It means you are mine. I look after what is mine. It means I will be taking care of you."

She scoffed. "I don't need to be taken care of, Mike."

He shook his head. "I know you don't need to be. I know you are strong and independent and smart and everything else a person needs to be successful in this life. But..." He sighed, trying to find the right words. "It's unfamiliar territory for you...being helped. I get that." He stroked her hair gently as his voice softened, seeing the genuine vulnerability in her. "But if it's what you want, this is how it goes. I need to look after you. You have to let me. It's all part of this..." he waved his hand in the air, "...lifestyle we are in. I won't have any different expectations from you whether we get this car or not. I'm not keeping a tally sheet. I just want you. And you want me. And if I am to have you," he lowered his voice and looked deeply into her eyes. "And I WILL have you, you have to accept my stipulations."

She returned his gaze. "You have to let me pay you for the car. Please." Her eyes were beginning to water as the emotions began to take hold. She both lusted for and loathed the thought of being at his mercy.

He ran his thumb over her cheek. "Michelle...it's not about the money. It's not about you paying me back."

"But I will," she interjected.

He sighed and looked at her in silence for a few seconds. "Fine, you will pay me back as you can, but that doesn't matter. What matters to me is your devotion and commitment to us." His eyes bored into hers. "I'm not trying to take your independence, princess. I love your sass, and your fierce individuality. If I wanted a mindless sex toy, I could have one in a heartbeat. I want you...I want all of you - every single piece of your mind and body. You just have to give them to me." He kissed her gently. "You have to give me control."

Her eyes were closed, and she felt her head involuntarily shake a tiny bit as he mentioned her giving up control. "I know."

She had worked so hard to get her life in order, to finally get things moving, and now she was to give it all up? The thought of not being in control terrified her...but not as much as the thought of being without Mike.

His face was so close to her, she felt his breath on her cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and held her as close as he could. The sun was beginning to set as she burrowed her head into the crook of his neck.

"Arrgghh...why is it so hard?!" Her voice was muffled, but he understood her perfectly.

"Because it's new to you, right?" Mike smiled and ran his hand down her hair as she nodded. "It wouldn't be so hard of a decision if you didn't really care." He leaned back and studied her face as she tipped her chin up to see him. "Someday." His voice was deep and filled with desire as he watched her face. "Someday I will get you to completely let go," he murmured as he gently kissed her.

She smiled. "Good luck with that. I've been trying for years. It may be a lost cause."

"Let me do this for you, Michelle." He was serious. She almost felt the air pressure increase inside the beautiful car.

"So, would it make you happy to do this?" She beseeched him to tell her the truth.

"Yes. Very much so."

"And it's not because you think I'm weak or that I can't do it on my own?"

Mike laughed. "Seriously?"

She nodded.

"I can't believe that thought even crossed your mind. Really, I'm not buying this car for you. It's for me...for my piece of mind. I take care of what is mine."

She inhaled sharply and returned his stare. For several seconds, they just looked into each other's eyes. His hands were on her cheeks, and she placed her hands on top of his. Somehow his eyes looked like they were pleading, and even though she still had a million doubts and questions, she somehow suddenly knew that it would be alright. Slowly, she smiled and nodded.

A grin spread across his face as he kissed her lips quickly. "Excellent."

He hopped out of the driver seat and before she knew it, was opening her passenger door. "C'mon...drive us back to the dealership before they report this thing stolen."

She laughed as she accepted his hand and stepped out of the car. He swatted her ass as she walked around the car. She slowly drove them back, allowing herself to feel how good it felt to be driving a nicer car. Every time the voice in her head began nagging about being indebted to Mike, she pushed it down and tried to remember what he had told her. She smiled as she recalled how much he said he wanted her. She wanted him too. Every bit of him.

The salesman was waiting for them at the front door as she pulled up. "Let me do the talking." Mike rounded the front of the Lexus and opened her door. They followed the salesman through the door and into his office. As they sat, she settled into her role as an observer. She listened to Mike negotiate the price of the car. Since he apparently didn't need financing, he had more wiggle room. Still, she couldn't help but let out a gasp at the final figure.

Mike glanced over at her. "Michelle Kourting will be listed as the co-owner on the title." He smiled at her shocked look. She hadn't been expecting that!

"Very well," the salesman gathered all her personal information and briefly left the office to make copies.

"You don't have to do that, Mike." Shelly whispered as soon as they were alone.

He smiled. "I don't HAVE to do anything. I do what I want to do."

She couldn't help but return his smile as she felt a wave of arousal sweep through her. She bit her lip and stared at his handsome face. "You amaze me, Sir."

Mike leaned over, so he was close enough to kiss her. "You can thank me once we get home, princess." His hand snuck over and ran up her thigh as he captured her lips in a quick and dirty kiss.

She was left gasping for air as the salesman suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Everything should be in order. We just need some signatures and she will be ready for you Wednesday morning."

"Great," Mike signed the final note and slid the paperwork to Shelly. She signed where indicated and slid the papers back to the salesman. "All set?"

"Yes, sir Mr Harding." The salesman seemed a bit nervous in Mike's presence. Who could blame him? He was a rather intimidating figure and he had hardly let the poor guy get two words in edgewise. "We will have all the changes that you requested done, and she will be full of gas and ready for you to take home on Wednesday."

"I appreciate it." Mike shook the man's hand and led Shelly out of his office. They must have been the last customers as most of the lights were out in the building and parking lot. The temperature had dropped a bit and Shelly felt herself shiver as Mike led her outside.

He noticed and wrapped an arm around her as they walked to his BMW. She leaned her head on his shoulder and tried to figure out how she got so lucky. He opened the passenger door for her and closed it once she was seated. He was quickly sliding into the driver's side. He started the engine and adjusted the heat controls.

Shelly smiled and murmured her thanks as she felt the heat begin to pour out of the vents. She looked around and saw what she assumed to be their salesman drive away. "Mike?"

Mike had been looking at his phone while he let the engine warm up a bit. "Yes?"

"Will you please...can I..." Shelly didn't know how to ask, so she bit her lip and held her breath, trying to summon courage.

Mike's eyes shot to her face. "What?"

"Please..." Shelly began climbing over the console until she was straddling him in the driver's seat.

Mike scooted his seat back, giving them some more room as he adjusted her on his lap. "This isn't how it goes, Michelle." His voice was already dark with desire. "I decide when and where...and how..."

Shelly had started kissing his neck and running her tongue along his salty flesh as she fiddled with the waistband of his shorts. "I know, Sir..." She was breathless as she finally got them undone. "You can punish me for it later..." She unzipped him and found his cock already hard and throbbing. "I'll beg you to punish me for it."

Mike gasped as he felt her hand close around him. He growled as he struggled with the decision. He wasn't supposed to allow her to top from the bottom like this, but damn did he need her.

She sensed his indecision and began stroking his cock slowly. "Please, Sir..." When he still didn't answer her, she pulled her shirt over her head, bearing her breasts inches from his face. "Please..." Her hair fell over her chest and tickled his face as she arched her chest out to him. She pulled her skirt up so her bare pussy was rubbing against his cock. "Please take me Sir..."

Mike growled as he pulled her hair back with one hand and grabbed an ample breast in the other, squeezing it. "Why do you need me, Michelle?"

"I just do," she gasped. "Nothing makes sense unless you are inside me, Sir." She began grinding her hips down on him...spreading the wetness from her pussy all over his hard cock. "Please take me..."

"Yeah? What if you don't get to come?" Mike growled.

She shook her head as she looked him square in the eye. "I don't care...I just need you inside me. I need to feel you filling me. I need to feel how big and hard you are in me. I need to feel you owning me. Please... please take me."

He ran his hands up and down her sides as he hungrily took her left breast in his mouth. His other hand went in between their bodies as he guided his cock to her entrance. There wasn't much room to maneuver so as soon as he felt himself sinking into her, he pulled her close and thrust up as hard as he could. "You need this?"

Shelly moaned as she finally felt the void being filled. "Yes...oh yes I do."

Mike sat there, buried inside her as he let her body adjust. Both were breathing heavily as he slowly guided her to start moving on him. "Watch me baby."

She nodded as she bit her lip and locked her eyes on his. Her hips moving in his rhythm made her body shake with desire and anticipation.

Mike groaned as she moved on top of him. "Hold on to me."

Shelly wrapped her arms around him, just moving her hips as he fucked her slowly. "Sir...I...I...thank you...oh God thank you so much."