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[Aeris]

"Mrs. Eve? Why is there a rainbow in the sky after it rains?" the toddler asked cutely, his round eyes gazing aimlessly about. He had chubby rosy red cheeks, blue overalls, and straight blonde hair. His two front teeth were missing, making a gap in his mouth every time he smiled.

She pat him gently on the head and knelt down next to him, a wide smile stretching over her face. "Well Charlie," she began, her sweet, lovable voice sounding motherly in tone, "One time, God made it rain really hard, and the entire world was covered in water! God told a man named Noah what he was doing, and also told him to build a really big boat so that he wouldn't have to worry about the rain. So Noah did what God said since he was a good person, and when the raining finally stopped, God made a rainbow for Noah and his family because they listened to him!" As a preschool teacher it was her job to simplify any story to the bare minimum. She loved her job and couldn't dream of ever changing occupations - she loved children. "And so that's why every time it rains, God puts up a rainbow to remind everyone that he won't make the world flood! He even reminds little cuties like you!" She stretched her arms out and began tickling the boy underneath the armpits and on the sides of his stomach, causing him to burst into hysterical laughter.

Her name was Eve. She seemed to be just another average twenty-five year old teacher, but there was something more to her. Her credentials were above average, and her adoration for children was 100% real, so it was no wonder she received the job easily. She never rose her voice at them, she never got angry at them, she never scolded them, she was like their saint. A young, beautiful, charming, gentle, kind preschool teacher with nothing to dirty her resume? There must have been something amiss...

"I'm back!" she called chipperly when she opened the front door, the keys in her hands jingling against each other. "How was your day at work?" No response. That was odd...

She peered into the kitchen and living room - nothing. "Hello? Anybody home yet?" Eve slowly ascended the staircase, her hand smoothing against the wooden railing. Once she made it to the top, she entered the master bedroom and saw him sitting comfortably on the soft bed. "Hi, how was your day?" she asked serenely, beaming a warm smile at him. She received no response from him... his cold eyes looked straight into her vibrant cerulean blues. Her body suddenly stiffened, her grin fading completely. Her lustrous eyes dimmed and fixated on the ground, her hands moving nervously behind her back. "I... I mean... how was your day... sir? Would you like me to do anything for you?"

He was her boyfriend, and from the looks of it, he had a considerable effect on her. She submissively sank to her knees, looking up at him cutely. "I'm free for you to use..."

 

[As Day Fades]

Sometimes when you met someone you liked them, and sometimes you didn't. Sometimes there was a casual build toward a relationship, and from then on you grew a little closer each and every day. That was more than sometimes, perhaps - it was most of the time, but the thing about something that happened 'most of the time' is that it meant things didn't always, one hundred percent go that way.

Sometimes you met someone, and sometimes things just clicked.

Sometimes it was like magic. They couldn't be more different, David and his sweet little Eve, she an adorable Preschool teacher that probably wouldn't hurt a fly, he an ex-Army Ranger currently making his way through life via amateur boxing; eight wins, zero losses wasn't a very extensive record, but it was so far a flawless one nonetheless. They'd met only four months ago, yet in that time two opposites had never attracted quite so fast, or so fierce. Friday night dates only lasted the first week; by the second they were going out both Friday and Saturday, and a month in they were spending four to five evenings a week together. At around three months and a week they made the decision to move in together, she having bought her own home with a mortgage, able to afford such through her teaching job - barely, still dealing with loans from college, but able - and he having to deal with some structural safety violation or whatever in the apartment building he was living in at the time, meaning a small section of said building needed to be knocked down and rebuilt. So like that he'd been pretty much told he had a month to relocate. Rather than scramble for a new place to stay upon receiving such news, the conversation was had and with it the invitation; it was a fast progression, no doubt, but a seemingly natural one, and one that felt completely safe with how close they'd become. With that closeness came trust. And with trust even the most carefully guarded secrets were laid bare, in hope of your significant other's approval of a very private part of yourself.

Often enough, it was a part of yourself no one else had any clue even existed...

As she brushed open the door and stepped into her bedroom - their bedroom, for about three weeks running now - David fixed a pair of very stern chocolaty brown eyes on her. He caught Eve's first question. Hell, he'd heard her calling out from since she entered the house, but that wasn't how he was training her to be. He waited until she corrected herself. He waited with a stoic expression until she addressed him as 'Sir' and made clear she was ready, for whatever, and that was when his face finally softened. Shaved head, firm brow, a goatee that was about two-thirds, maybe a little more to the way he wanted it, not to mention his tone, strong body - David was well aware of how intimidating he could come across, especially to a woman who was in many ways still a sweet little girl. He broke into a smile.

"C'mere sweetie," he said as he sat up from the bed, swinging his legs to the floor. Smirking, David's palms clasped the sides of her shoulders, rubbing them. "I didn't have to correct you this time. You did it on your own." Slipping his muscled arms around her shoulders then, he stepped in to give her a warm, tender hug, even planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "See that? That's an improvement. I'm proud of you."

By day she was the sweetest basket of bubbles anyone would ever meet, very much an adult but still retaining an appearance and demeanor that were wholly innocent. Deep down, though, what this Preschool teacher craved was something her boyfriend had no problem openly giving her. She would struggle sometimes. She might put up a fuss, or cry, or make it clear this wasn't something she was enjoying, but they both knew the truth - she loved being degraded, made to feel like her boyfriend's trophy at best, and his personal, classless slut at worst. Her family and friends were never to be made aware, and it couldn't interfere with her work; beyond that, the rules were whatever he decided them to be.

"Change of plans. I was going to fuck you senseless when you got home followed by sending you to make dinner while I relax and watch TV, but I just got off the phone with Jared. Guy's having a rough day. He said he'd pick up some beers and we'd just hang out here and watch the game." His eyes were closed. His forehead and nose rested against the top of her blonde head, his lips tugging between a half-smirk, half-smile. Then David's hands drifted down her back, down from Eve's shoulders and along her slender frame, down until two open palms cupped his girl's rear without an ounce of shame between them. "So since he's going to come over I figure we can change things up a bit. I figure you can shower and get dressed now, a quick one, then get started on cooking for the three of us. When he gets here I may have you take turns suckin' us both off. He got rear-ended on the way home from work, so I'm sure he'll appreciate the pick-me-up." And still he smiled. The words were nonchalant, simple and relaxed, as if he were spouting off a grocery list or something similarly trite. Not at all like one might typically sound when telling their girlfriend she was going to give one of his buddies a blowjob in a little bit - if there were a typical sound for such a thing. "How does that sound?"

That was more an affirmation than anything. She didn't have an option when it came to many things in their relationship. Such was part of the game, though. And if she put up anything beyond a brief resistance, well... it was a Friday late-afternoon, which meant any acquired bruises have the weekend to fade. From there her make-up could do the rest. Hopefully she was learning to be more obedient though, and it wouldn't have to come to that. Smiling, David gave her tush another squeeze and one more soft kiss to the top of her blonde hair before releasing her. "Your clothes are already set out for after your shower." A small, thin white t-shirt, a sheer lace pink thong, and a thin pink leather collar with white trim, a silver heart pendant at its base with her name etched in a lovely italicized script. No pants. No bra.

"Now be a good girl and get goin'."