Your cock is beautiful – 37

But then she frowned, and glanced away.

“But first… I want to show you something.” she said. “If that’s OK.”

“Show me what?” I asked.

“I… I bought something for you.” she said nervously.

“Oh? Another sexy little outfit?” I asked.

“No…” she said quietly.

I waited for her to continue, but she didn’t.

“Then… what?” I asked

“I… I didn’t get you anything for Christmas… I felt bad about it and… and Valentine’s day is next week…”

She’d gotten me a Valentine’s present? I was stunned.

“It’s next Thursday.” she continued, “And we won’t be alone until Friday… I could have given it to you then, but I didn’t want to be late… so I… I have it outside.”

She was nervous, rambling, and I was still too surprised to interrupt her. She wasn’t looking at me, but staring at the ground.

I’d never received a Valentine’s… anything before. From anyone. Not even so much as a ‘just friends’ card from a polite girl.

“Can I give it to you?” she asked, “I know you said you weren’t expecting a Christmas present… and, you don’t have to get me anything, I just… I just wanted to get you something.”

“Get it.” I said.

She smiled up at me, then excitedly jumped up and ran to the door. She opened it, and outside was a little brown bag. She snatched it up and walked back, forgetting to close the door. She seemed to remember so doubled back to close it, then turned to walk back.

She stood in front of me and made a motion to hand the bag to me, then seemed to re-think it and sank back to her knees, looking up at me. I stood watching all of this, unmoving and expressionless.

“Relax, sweetheart.” I said, though as more of an order than a comfort.

“Sorry.” she laughed, “I’m just really nervous.”

She looked down at the bag in her hands, then slowly raised it to me.

I took it from her, and held it for just a second.

“It’s not much…” she said quietly, “I just saw… I mean, I saw the… Well, it doesn’t matter, I mean you’ll see it…”

“Stop talking.” I ordered quietly.

She nodded quickly, and looked down.

I stood and stared at her for a moment, collecting myself.

For some reason I thought of the night this all started, way back when I first overheard her talking to Stella about Mike. Back when the only thing I wanted from her was to leave me alone, and to get that the best thing I could think of was to flash her.

The memory made me smile.

And now… now she was actively teaching herself how to better submit to me. How to please me. She was kneeling at my feet and handing me a gift that she had no obligation to give, but that she wanted me to have anyway. To make me happy.

Again, I smiled to myself, staring at her kneeling form.

I opened the bag, and pulled out the object inside. A small, brown box. Jewelry? I opened it.

It was a wrist watch. I took it out of the box, dropping both it and the bag on the floor.

The watch felt heavy, and it looked expensive. It had a black leather strap, and the metal around the face was a dull, metallic gray. The face itself was black, with nothing more than thin, silver lines to indicate the places of the numbers. I stared at it, literally watching the time tick by on the slender, silver hands.

I flipped it over. On the back were the usual markings; the brand, the depth to which it was waterproof, and the indication that it was made of titanium.

But right in the center, in an elegant yet simple script, two words were engraved.

“Forever Yours.” I read aloud.

She looked up at me, and I stared back, keeping my expression neutral.

“It…” she started, then stopped.

I raised an eyebrow, then after a second, nodded.

“It was one of the default messages.” she said quickly, “Anything in the men’s section of the jewelry store… there were three different messages, free to engrave. Anything custom would have… would have cost extra… Not that the price mattered or anything…”

She trailed off, seeming to realize she was rambling again.

“I mean, I just… I noticed you don’t wear a watch. I thought it would be a nice gift… I saw that one, with the leather and the… the face. And then I saw the sign, right above it. ‘Complimentary Engraving… Forever Yours.’ It just seemed… perfect.”

She looked up at me, fear in her eyes. Was she afraid I was going to throw it away? Smash it in front of her? Or maybe just refusing it would be enough to hurt her.

I looked back at the watch. I liked how simple it looked; no extra dials or complex designs that so many pieces seem to have. Just a black face with a few silver markings.

“It’s a nice watch.” I said, “Very… minimalist design. I think it suits me.”

I slipped the watch on my wrist and fastened it. I stared at it, thinking about the words now pressed against my skin.

“Thank you, Mia.” I said, looking down at her.

She beamed up at me.

“You like it?” she asked, “I have the receipt, and… like I said it was one of the default things so I can return it-“

“I like it.” I said.

She smiled again, and nodded.