Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... submit to him, and it was all so easy with her.

Marc wasn't used to being challenged.

It was a tough pill to swallow. There was a small instinct in him that had wanted to punish the Detective right there in the coat room. To show her who was in control, like an owner correcting a puppy. He knew that there were some Doms who approached things that way.

He also had a very deep feeling that if he handled the Detective like that it might have been fun in the moment, but the game would have ended. What was happening between them wasn't an agreed-upon D/s relationship. There were controls and boundaries and discussions that helped establish trust in a proper one. With Sinead, it was... different.

So Marc decided to wait, and he could tell that Sinead was stewing as they continued on with socialising. He didn't give her anything, and he watched her. She played her part well, talking openly without being overbearing. She didn't get drunk, she was polite and funny. He had no doubt that a couple of the folks he knew from the fundraiser would be surreptitiously asking him about her in the future, just like he'd gotten a few questions about Felicity not being at his side for the night.

The thing that helped Marc keep his inner calm was that she kept looking to him, more and more frequently. Checking in with him. She knew what she'd done, and was waiting for what his reaction would be.

The game wasn't over, but he needed to make a move that night. His plan had been that ...

... the coat room would be the limit. Now he needed to decide what the new limit was, and how far they would push together.

At the end of the night, Marc offered her his arm and escorted her out as they bid their goodbyes. When they got to his car, Marc opened the passenger door for her and helped her in, and then got into the driver's seat. He glanced at her, and she was looking at him. He just raised an eyebrow slightly and pulled the car forward and onto the street.

Sinead sighed softly in the seat next to him, folding her hands in her lap and fidgeting with her thumbs.

No, Marc thought to himself.The game certainly isn't over.

Chapter 40

Marc parked his car and Sinead hesitated before getting out. He'd driven them back to his place, which made sense since her car was parked out on the street, but she was feeling nervous and wasn't sure how to handle it. The weirdest part was that it wasn't nerves like the first time when she'd known what she was getting into with Marc.

This time it felt even more like an unknown than what she'd been guessing when she thought he was going to just take her to bed and fuck her. He'd proven that he wasn't just looking for sex - and she knew thatshe'd been more than a little interested in just sex. Especially that night after staking out Barisha, but that had mostly been the booze talking.

Her hesitation gave Marc the time to cross around the car and open her door for her, and he offered her a hand out.

"Thanks," she said, ...