in her wrist shackles she sat to His right. Ankles crossed as it was always expected, and quiet. she was not ordered to silence, she had nothing to say, nothing to add. He observed this..
Off the dashboard He grabbed His box a cigars and lighter. He handed the box over and without a word needed she knew what was silently requested. This was not the first time she lit His cigar. On an earlier date in time He’d explained that ..in addition to wanting a smoke, He liked having a taste of her saliva…to feel a “different” wetness from her. Beyond the pleasure of the smoke process…her service provided a safety element as now He would not be blinded by the flame as He drove.
she handed it to Him
one hand holding it, the other supporting her offering
Without taking His eyes off the road he knew it was in the proper position (she was trained)
Thank you pet
you’re welcome Sir…..(and she returned to silence) as T/they traveled on
footnote: Earlier during daylight He’d lit His own. Noticing her look of surprise and wonder why she hadn’t been given the priviledge, He knew He’d thrown her…off balance…and smiled to Himself
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