Thread: Boundary Lines (Father & Nym)

The bull like frame rose from the small chair afforded in the hotel room. The room itself was typical of any businessman. While he was a romantic sort, they both lived in the world of finances and responsibilities and he had his own. So while many women would have dreamt of something that was right out of Fifty Shades of Grey, a penthouse floor and bondage equipment galore...that was not the hotel room that Father stood within as he approached the door to find her. No, this room was modest with it's small business desk and dresser, with it's coffee maker and large mirror frame, with it's flat screen television and queen sized bed. No surprises here, other than perhaps the man who answered her knock. His bull like body moved with steady steps to open the door and there he looked down at her, towering over the young girl and merely accepting her for what she was. She had come to impress, perhaps worried about it, but that was not the nature of Father. The very fact that she had decided to push her limits to this point was enough to impress him and everything else was icing on the cake. To describe him physically would have reduced the impact of him. To describe his strong features, the look of a distinguished older man, one who had refined his public persona for decades after realizing how amazingly good first impressions were. Oh, when he was relaxed and alone he was as vulnerable as any, but when he was in the presence of others there was something much more that came out of him. Something that seemed to be manifested, coming from deep within his core. That was what truly needed to be described for the young lady. The way his eyes narrowed and slowly slid down her small frame, as if memorizing every line and filing it away, but more than that.....studying her as if she were an interesting project he was working on. How his mouth pressed together, the brow furrowing as he was ensuring he saw everything he could in that one swift moment. The way his shoulders tightened as he did so, readying as if to pounce. Pure territorialism given life. This hotel room was his den, even if only rented for the night. Yet he was still only a man . Those eyes studied her for the briefest of moments, and then he smiled. He smiled and it changed everything in his features. Those full lips widened to accept her, welcoming her, and he reached one hand out to touch her arm. He could have turned it into something domineering, to jerk her into the room and begin ravishing her, but no. This was reality and not the dream. He would not be so foolish as to do anything other than welcome her, but they had come together in order to explore and find something deeper than just the text upon the screen. There was no reason to greet each other like strangers. So his hand touched her arm, his other one her shoulder, and he gave small sound as he pulled her close and hugged her. Hugged her to place a kiss upon her head as he whispered. God I am so...happy that you are here. I didn't honestly expect to truly meet you. His heart skipped as he said the words, taking a moment to still his own terrible needs just at the sight of such a tiny little thing, and he moved to let her come in, his voice continuing. How was the trip?