Chapter 2 - prologue cont�d.

As we continued our drive to the shore, I listened intently as she described her living situation and how shes been navigating through life. Nicole was fiercely independent but I could tell she needed a strong protective man in her life to complete her. I could hear the pain in her voice as she casually talked about the disappointment others caused her. I deeply wanted to take all of that away and just protect her from any future pain. I just needed to make her mine. As we were pulling up, I kissed her hand "Well perhaps I can make things better for you. But first, let's get you fed, I can hear that stomach of yours growling." She softly smiled "Well, umm, I only had time for a protein shake today as I wanted to make sure I was ready in time." Hmm, good I'll have to break her of that habit "Well then, I surely can't have you withering away on me. When we pull up to the valet, stay put. I'd like to open your door, as well as any door while you're with me. Chivalry isn't dead you know", her smile grew "Of course, I'll stay put!". She is definitely submissive, and I'm already wondering how much more submissive she'll be once I can make her completely mine.

I pull up to the valet and then guide my lovely date out of the car and into the restaurant. There's a bit of a crowd, and I feel her bring herself tighter towards the back of my arm as if she's shielding herself. I give the hostess my name for the reservation and then whisper in Nicole's ear "Don't worry sweetheart, you're safe with me" as I kiss her temple. She blushes and just smiles, god she's adorable, I gently guide her from behind as we're led to our table in the corner with the best view of the ocean. I pull out her chair, and she sits and scoots closer. I sit next to her and kiss her cheek, I love the way she blushes. We both glance over the menu as we chat back and forth. She's definitely not shy about sharing and I'm hoping she'll be open about my more serious questions.
"So my dear, what looks good to you tonight?" I can see her mind turning, "Well, um, the surf and turf burger with garlic parmesan fries. And um a pineapple martini if that's okay?" I lightly laugh and grab her hand and say firmly "Nicole, listen when you're out with me, you can have anything your stomach desires. Nothing is off limits, alright?" She smiles and lets out a quiet, soft okay. I'm very pleased that my tone didn't scare her away but just made her more submissive. She did not even balk at me ordering for her and adding an appetizer, I wanted to see that same appetite as I did last night. She spoke up and said, "Thank you for ordering for me; I always like it when a man does that. It's nice..." she looks down, and I put a finger under her chin, so she was looking up at me and say "With me, that's how it will always be." And she just lights up brightly, these are all good signs of what is to come.

During our meal, we comfortably share our life stories back and forth. She tells me the pains about her current career and for someone in their late 20s she's done quite well. But she voiced that she didn't feel appreciated and her work didn't fulfill her, it only served a purpose of living. Nicole almost expressed the same thought about her rigorous training, with competition behind her it seems as if she only continued to work herself to death so she could simply keep up with the physical standards that those around her were used to. I can't help to think of how much more suited she is for home life and a much curvier physique at the hand of my direction. "Well perhaps I can help change that.." she looks at me quizzically "Um really? I umm think I would like that." I simply nodded, and we continued in with our meal and conversation. I was once again impressed that she ate the majority of the appetizer and all of her meal. She only slowed down once and told me that she wanted to make sure she saved room for dessert. I smiled, patted her protruding tummy, and assured her that a stroll down the boardwalk to the ice cream shop would surely help. "Oh my favorite, I love ice cream and well any sweets... kind of my weakness.." Hmm, I make another mental note always to have sweets and snacks around. I signed the check and protectively led her out, and we headed down the boardwalk to get some ice cream. She instinctively stuck close by my side as I held her hand.

We get to the place, and before I lead her inside, I grabbed her cute little waist and pulled her in for a kiss. She's so much shorter than me that she's slightly on her toes making her small stature of 5'4" that much more adorable. I finish her off with a peck on the forehead and guide her inside the busy shop. I'm standing behind her and pull her close, so she knows she's protected and that I'll always keep her safe. Nicole relaxes into me, and I rest my chin on the top of her head as she looks over all the options. She looks up at me with those cute eyes and tells me what she wants, an Oreo cone with red velvet ice cream. I smile back down at her and give our order to the clerk.

We walk hand in hand, eating our ice cream. I chuckle to myself as I see her little tummy round out from our evening and can't help but think that it won't be long until she's waddling with a big pregnant belly and a much bigger ice cream cone in her hand. We finish up, and I find a nice spot to cozy up and chat. I have to get down to more serious business. I sit on the swinging bench, and she naturally gets onto my lap I put my arms protectively over her, and we gaze out at the sun setting on the ocean. I gently kiss her temple and then clear my throat...

"Nicole, last night you mentioned that you were more traditional. What did you mean by that?"

She looks into my eyes and pauses, almost hesitant to give her answer.

"Tim, well, what I meant was that umm. Okay, I don't know why I'm nervous, but wow, okay. *She breathes deep as I caress her back* Okay so I just believe in traditional relationship roles. The man should be in charge so to speak, and the woman should adhere to his authority. I also think a woman should take care of the home and children."

I was right; she is just what I've been searching for.

"Is that the kind of life you truly want to live? Would you want to be a housewife, taking care of your husband, future children, and home?."

She blushes and looks down, I kiss her forehead and lift her chin back up, so she looks back up at me.

"Yes, ideally, that's what I would want in the future."

I smile and look at her with great intent, so she knows how serious I am.

"Very well Nicole. As you may sense, I'm a good deal older than you, and I don't enter relationships lightly and honestly, you've taken me by surprise. I as well believe in the same kind of relationship, but I take it a step further. I am a dominant Christian man and would cherish your submission. Along with that, if you were mine, comes a set of rules and consequences if you were to fail to meet my expectations. I am demanding and firm but fair when it comes to that. I am extremely protective, and you would always feel safe with me. If we were to get married, I will decide when we would start having our children, although I wouldn't wait very long. A truly claimed Christian woman bears many children for her husband, and I do want a large family. I expect to be obeyed at all times, but if there are any concerns, you must voice them respectfully. But we'll get down to the small details as we go along. When you are mine, you'll be my most treasured person, and you and our potential family will be a top priority. It is my job to provide. There is nothing you should ever be shy of telling me, even if it's something I'll disapprove of. Once again, there will be more as we go along, but that is the gist of it. Is that the kind of life you could live with me?"

I saw the glimmer in her soft brown eyes, and she shed a little tear as I gently wiped it from her face.

"Oh, Tim! I think I can be that woman for you. I didn’t think I could meet a dominant man such as yourself. You make me feel safe to be submissive with you. But umm, how do I become yours?"

I smile gratefully as none of this so far has turned her off.

"Well, sweetheart, you can start by becoming my girlfriend, and if you accept, I would love it if you would come back home with me. We're not going to have sex, but we will go over a set of rules and consequences in the morning, so what do you say?

She lights up with a very enthusiastic "YES! I will and accept!"

I pick her small frame up and twirl her around as we share a passionate kiss. We leave the shore and head back to one of my homes. We spent the night kissing, and I held her safely in my arms with a protective hand over her bloated belly. The next day I take her to breakfast and then present her with a simple set of rules she needs to agree to before we move on.

Rules:
1. You must obey me at all times
2. Always communicate where you are and where you are going. Your safety is my top concern.
3. While you are at my home, you are responsible for all cooking and domestic chores that are assigned.
4. Never speak poorly of yourself
5. No lying or forms of deception
6. Always speak to me respectfully
7. Always inform me of any work and workout schedule changes because when you stay with me, I expect you to be home before me.
8. When you are being punished, you will address me as sir.
9. Must dress feminine in my presence, dresses and skirts

Consequences include spanking, restrained sex, corner time, extra chores, grounding, writing lines, loss of privileges and anything I deem fit. In turn, I will provide you with love, care, guidance and protection. You will want for nothing.

Nicole sighed slightly, but she read it over with great care and intent and then neatly signed her name at the bottom.

"Nicole, you've made me the happiest man today. And I can't wait for our relationship to grow and evolve."

Little did she know what else would grow with our relationship, but she will soon enough.

"Tim, no one else I've ever felt more comfortable with. I hope I can be the submissive woman you've always dreamed of.”