I am still a huge mess. Thanks to those of you who reach out and send reviews on anything especially when I've been gone for a while. It reminds me I have stories to post still, and that there are people who look forward to that. Thank you.

"Okay, we'll see all of you later." Penelope briefly stopped in the archway to address her family.

"Hey, hey, hold on. Why are just the two of you going? We all enjoy the arts," Arturo questioned her from his recliner.

"Dad, it's a date. We don't need everyone there. You've already been there for everything else."

"Whose fault is that? You don't need to make out in the car with us there." Juan opened his arms wide before he rounded the couch to take a seat next to Marcos.

"We really didn't need to be there for that," Marcos acknowledged as he stared at his phone.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised you even noticed. How can you even see when you're staring at your phone all the time?"

"My peripheral vision is impeccable," Marcos said calmly, never looking up.

"Let them go. Maybe if they do it, then they'll get it out of their systems, so we don't have to watch it anymore," Santi said.

"No, that'll just make them want to do it more. You get a taste, and you can't leave it alone." Git stuffed his hand in the popcorn bowl that was in Santi's lap.

"Leave them alone. They are going to a play. Let them have a date. Luke spent all day with you, and Penelope is spending all day with me tomorrow, and they won't even have privacy when they get back home," Flora said as she pulled a tray out of the oven.

"Yeah, let them makeout in front of the audience at the theatre. At least they came to see a show," Juan said.

"Hey, what happened to the loyalty?" Luke asked him.

"I'm loyal. I just said that you two should go. I'm just stating the facts. I'm sure they would enjoy it." Juan glanced over his shoulder at Luke.

Luke stuck his tongue to his cheek, laughing. "Yeah, thanks man."

"We're going. See you all later." Penelope pulled Luke towards the door by the crook of his arm.

They were almost to the door when she heard her father's voice. "Right, we'll see you later, as in, later on today, which means you won't need that overnight bag you put in the car earlier," Arturo said firmly without taking his eyes off of the tv screen.

"Oh my God!" Penelope threw her head back in annoyance.

"Hey, mija, if you can guess which car I moved it to, you can go," Arturo said nonchalantly.

"Dad, are you serious?"

"Si, what makes you think I'm not?"

All of the brothers were laughing as they listened to the exchange, none of them taking their eyes off of the soccer game in front of them. Penelope huffed and looked at Luke. He bent down and whispered in her ear. "He put it in Git's car, which I guess means it's the one we'll be taking." She grabbed the keys off of the hook near the doorway.

Arturo turned to look at her. "No fair. You cheated."

"You didn't say I couldn't have help. Okay, bye." She swiftly opened the door and pulled Luke by the hand towards the car. He shut the door behind him to a round of laughter as he watched her take off as quickly as she could go in her heels.

As he started the car up, he couldn't suppress his smile. "Well then, that was fun."

She let out a giggle. "Do you think he'll recuperate?"

"I think he'll be fine. I have a feeling him and Flora have no secrets. I think he knows exactly what we're doing tonight, or not doing." He smiled when she dropped her head into her hand.

"Oh my God! Don't remind me! This family! Can you believe them?" She smiled at him.

"I can't sometimes, no, but they are one of a kind, and I love that about them." He reached over to grab her hand in his without taking his eyes off the road.

She did a sharp intake of breath when he said he loved them. She knew it was more of a saying, just words, but if he loved them then-

"What are you overthinking about?"

She spun to him with a guilty expression. "Nothing, I just, I am so weirded out by how easily this all just slipped back into how it used to be. Sometimes when I visited them, we'd get back in a groove for a few days, but I would always close myself off before I left. It's just- I don't think you'll let me do that anymore, and I kind of really appreciate it." She squeezed his hand.

He brought their clasped hands to his mouth and kissed the back of hers. "You deserve to have people in your life that love you as much as they do," he said firmly. "Plus I'm going to be honest, I think I really might be starting to understand Git as a human being, and I'm incredibly intrigued."

They both laughed. "I'm not sure what to make of that."

"Me either."

"Are you excited for the play?" she asked.

"I'm sure it'll be fun." He shrugged.

"Do you like plays?"

"I do actually. When I was younger, I went with my family a lot to shows. We only lived over the bridge in the Bronx. We made it to Broadway sometimes, and there are a ton of small productions all over the city."

She smiled, learning something new about him. "That's really awesome. I didn't know that."

"Yeah, well, I guess we don't know everything about each other, at least not all the little facts, but I think we know the big things. It'll still be fun when we do surprise each other though."

"Yes it will. So my first surprise is going to start now. Turn left up here." She pointed.

"Chica, isn't the theater in the direction we went the other day?" he questioned but followed her instruction anyway.

"It is, but we're not going. Don't get me wrong. I love a good show, but it's playing all month. We can catch it another day. I have a feeling that, if we're not back at the house by six thirty in the morning, Dad will come find us. That gives us about ten hours, and I'm also going to need sleep in order to shop with Mom tomorrow, so maybe we just go right to Santi's and not waste any time." She smiled saucily at him and then pointed again when they came to another intersection.

"I am not going to complain, or argue. So you had us dress up just to trick them, you little weasel." He reached over to pinch her upper thigh playfully.

"Yes, but also because I really like you in a suit. You're so pretty."

He laughed. "Thank you so much, and I'm not going to complain about that dress, or about getting to take it off of you." He raised his eyebrows at her.

She simpered at him. "Don't do that. My self control is not that good."

He smirked. "Oh no, we are not doing anything we're not ready for. However, we are ready for some things, and I'm pretty sure I get to take your dress off."

She giggled. "Yeah, that makes sense after all. Wait, does that mean I get to take the suit off of you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me," he said sincerely.

"Ooh, that sounds intriguing." She pointed again when they got to the next intersection. "It's the last building on the left."

He pulled into the parking lot and then took the spot marked sixty-nine. "Very interesting apartment number." Luke laughed.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "I think the last time I heard that joke was in high school."

"Really because I heard it this morning when Git said it." He got out of the car and grabbed the bag they'd both put a few things in.

They walked up the outdoor staircase. "Then I understand the immaturity behind it," she teased.

She stopped in front of the door and waited for Luke to open it. "You know, it's really odd to me to think they don't actually all live together all the time." He pushed the door open and watched as Penelope flipped on the light. They were blinded by the bright string of colorful lights that came on. "Never mind, this makes perfect sense." Luke laughed.

Penelope walked in. The apartment was bare, sort of like Luke's, but the things that were there were very much as if Spring Break threw up on the walls. "He doesn't have plates, just an immense amount of plastic cups, enough for me to think we should invest in the disposable cutlery industry." She nosed around the apartment, shuffling things about and looking in every drawer or closet she found.

"Are you snooping?"

She squinted. "Uh yeah, of course," she said as if it were a given.

"That makes sense actually. You know what? At least it's clean. To be honest, as a bachelor, you either have nothing in your home or you have a shit storm."

"True, Santiago is actually not that bad. He's sort of like you in that way. He just doesn't know what he should do. He needs someone to make it all better, but he's not hopeless," she said casually as she opened the closet in the small hallway, sniffing the towels there. "Mom washed these," she said as she shut the door.

"So I'm not hopeless? Good to know."

She smiled. "You're fine, but you just don't know what to add."

"So are you going to be the someone who makes it all better?" He sauntered towards her slowly.

She waited for him to wrap his arms around her middle before answering. "If you play your cards right, I might agree to help you." They both leaned in to kiss each other at the same time.

Luke pinned her against the wall in the corridor as he felt her hands wander down his chest and under his jacket. "Holy shit, you smell good," he murmured in between kisses.

"Ditto," she answered back as she inhaled the cologne he had put on.

"I'm assuming one of these two doors is the bedroom." He tipped his head indicating the entryways behind her.

She pointed to the door that had a sign on it. "Santi said he had a sign-up sheet on his door for when he had parties. He's a little full of himself."

Luke chuckled and grabbed her hand, opening the door she indicated and flipping on the light. Only a small lamp sitting on the floor in the corner came on. "This also makes perfect sense."

There were only a few pieces of workout equipment pushed to the side of the room, a closet full of clothes, and an immaculate bed in the middle of the room. "If he was going to spend any money, this is the room he would do it in." She agreed.

His eyes darkened as he leered at her. "I'm not mad about it."

He picked her up, and she squealed as she held onto him around his neck. "Luke, oh my God!"

"Yes, please scream that tonight." He tossed her on the bed and then leaned over her to kiss her. She started pushing the jacket off of his shoulder, and he let it drop down his arms. He wasted no time and ran his hand up her leg, under her dress grazing the skin of her inner thigh and to her middle. "No panties?" he asked with heavy eyelids as he leaned into her face.

"Who needs them?" she answered back breathlessly.

He growled and then let his fingers find her entrance and pushed into her immediately. She arched off the bed as he did so. "You're so wet. This is going to be even harder than I thought, and I already thought it would be pretty difficult." He moved his fingers in and out of her, listening to the suction from the movement and growling again.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't think this through," she said as she leaned up to capture his lips.

"We need to establish the boundaries. We probably should've done that already," he said with force since he was trying to keep himself in check.

"You mean when you weren't knuckles deep inside of me?" she breathlessly inquired.

"Penelope," he growled in warning.

"Okay, okay. I would say we could anything besides the actual act and oral, but I seemed to have shown my hand with that one already."

"You don't have to again. We can take a step back, nothing you don't want to do. We did that before we even knew what we were doing. I don't think I'm entitled to anything." He spoke seriously as he slowly tortured her by dragging his fingers in and out.

"But then I don't get any," she said as teasingly as she could, while digging her nails into his bicep.

"I can still do it if you'd like. I'm not opposed, but only if you're okay with it."

"Ugh God! Remind me again why we're waiting."

"Because we're going to do this right," he said comfortingly.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Okay, I think the rules are just that we don't actually have intercourse, but I suppose almost everything else is fair game, except maybe I might not be able to…" She trailed off.

"I already told you that was fine. Believe me, I won't forget what it felt like. I'm sure I could live on the memory of your mouth on me for years if I needed to." He sped up his fingers again.

She moaned. "Oh God, no! It won't be years. Don't worry." She felt him chuckle.

"Okay, well until then…" He pushed her back further onto the bed so he could have more room. He lifted her dress and smirked when she elevated her hips to assist him.

He latched onto her immediately, and he felt her hand come to his hair to hold him exactly where he was. "Oh fuck!" she said as she brought her other arm to her mouth and held her forearm across her lips.

He smirked and glanced to her face, as he pulled her legs further apart, opening her wide. "You're flexible. That's a very good thing, Penelope," he said as he dove back down to continue lapping at his treat.

"Hmm mmm, whatever you say."

He brought his fingers back down as he loomed over her again. "Penelope, look at me." He continued his movements with his fingers, as he waited for her glazed over eyes to focus on him. "Penelope, do you mean that?" he asked cautiously.

"What do you mean?" She tried to focus on him, but she could still feel him dipping into her, and she could still feel his lips and tongue on her even though they were no longer there. She understood what he meant earlier, she couldn't forget what it felt like to have him there even if she wanted to.

"I just want to know if you would really do whatever I say? If you would like that?" He was going to ease into this. He was pretty sure she was into this. She was at least mildly so. He knew from what happened in the car, and, if that's as far as she could go then, so be it. He didn't need it, but he might as well find out if she wanted to give it to him anyway.

"I, uh, no fair if you're asking me while you're…" She tried to gesture towards his hand, but it was feeble at best.

"Okay." He kept his fingers inside of her but stilled his movements. He heard her whimper, "Now look at me. I'm asking if you would like it if I was in charge. If that's something you would like, there's no wrong answer."

"What does that- what does that mean?" she asked innocently, making him have to close his eyes and take a deep breath before looking back at her.

"It means that when we are in the bedroom or anywhere else for that matter, when I want something, you do it." He watched her eyes flash in concern, "Not yet, well, what I mean is not anything we aren't doing yet. But when we get there, yes, that too."

"So I have no say?" she asked genuinely.

"You have a say, and you can ask for things, and I get to choose if I give them to you."

"But I don't get a choice?"

"Ultimately, yes, you do. Nothing we ever do won't be consensual, but my point is that I want to train you to want to give me what I want and with that training means that that's what you want too."

She felt her chest shake as she took in a deep breath. She was more intrigued than she ever thought she would be, but apprehensive at best because she still wanted to be pleased physically, not just satisfied with a job well done. "But does that mean that I don't get anything?"

"The exact opposite in fact." He slowly started moving his fingers again. "My goal would be to keep you so satisfied that you could do nothing but be addicted to me. You'd take pleasure in satisfying me because you'd always want me."

She felt herself become breathless again, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the friction or his words. "So what exactly is that called, then?"

He felt her get wetter as he spoke. He at least knew she was curious. "I think what most people say is 'submissive,' but, before you start to think that I am asking for something too far out there, I'm not. I don't get off on torture. Essentially we'd establish what both of us like and are comfortable with, and, once we do, we'll operate within those boundaries, but it will be on my terms or rather it will be at my whim."

"So is that like, forever?"

"It doesn't have to be. If it ever became unsatisfying, we'd discuss it, but the whole point is that it won't, and that you'll crave it just as much as I crave you."

She let her eyes shyly roam down his body. "So, none of the weird painful stuff, like, the stuff I'd associate with a dominatrix costume?"

"No, not really, you could dress up occasionally, but that's not really what I want. It's more like, we don't need a lot of props. We only need us, but what we do will be under my control, and we'll get rough, and you'll submit. Therefore I will be dominant, but like I said, within a parameter. In fact, that's part of it. You'll have structure, and you'll crave it because I give it to you."

Her eyes were curious, and she was definitely needing more information. "So like how you, uh…uh in the car..."

"Yes, like that. If I want you to go down on me, you'll do it when and where I want you to, and how I want you to. You were magnificent in the car. You did exactly what I would've asked. You pleasured me, and you were pleased by doing so. More than that, you let me take control, and you wanted me to. I held your head down, and I pushed into your mouth. I didn't become too forceful yet. I want to make sure you trust me, and I want to know your limit, which we'll establish, but, let's say I wanted you to lick my fingers right now, I'd put them to your lips and you'd do it." His eyes asked the question.

She bit her lip and then nodded. He brought his fingers to her mouth and waited for her to open, and then he gently pushed his finger into her mouth while she closed her lips around them as she cleaned herself off of him. "That's not so…"

"No, it's not so bad, and it never will be, but think about it. Were you turned on by that?"

She nodded shyly. "Yes."

"Right, because you like it, and because you taste good, but why else did you like it? Did you like that you were giving me something I wanted? Did it make it more enjoyable, simply because you saw me get more turned on?"

"Yes, it did."

"Exactly, and that's what it is in a nutshell. I'll go down on you, I'll fuck you and make you come as much as I want, which is exactly what you'll want. You'll want to please me, and it will be my job to please you."

"That doesn't sound so different than-"

"But it is because ultimately I'll be in charge. If I wanted to push into your mouth harder, you'd let me. If I wanted you on your knees, you'd do it. If I wanted to come on your breasts, you'd let me, and I would control how and when and you'd take what I gave you."

"But what if I don't like it?"

"That's what I'm saying, we'll figure out ahead of time what will be consensual without actually talking explicitly about consent every single time. It will be a given. If something is really wrong one day, and either of us genuinely can't do something, we can have, not a safe word, exactly, but a veto of some kind, but generally, it's not used."

She gripped the sheet in her hand as she felt him rub his thumb over her clit. "So it's just that I don't have to be the one who decides on anything? It's not my job to think about it?"

"Exactly, in this way and only in this way, I decide for the both of us."

"I can do that," she said quietly.

"Do you want to do that?"

"Yeah." She bit her lip.

He smirked. "Good, we'll have to learn as we go, but there is one thing I should tell you now."

She nodded. "Okay."

"You'll refer to me in the way I want you to - maybe sir, maybe by my name, another common one is Daddy." He watched as she her eyes turned to distaste.

"I'm going to be honest, I never understood that."

"I understand, but see it's not about it that way. It has nothing to do with parents or anything of that nature. It's just a name that shows you're submissive to me. That you want to be. But it's one of many options. Only do it when or if you feel comfortable."

She shrugged. "Hmm, maybe."

"You don't have to decide right now, and we can test it out if you want, but that's not exactly what I needed to tell you. It goes with that, but I need you to hear me out." He watched her nod. "Okay well, this is sort of a way of life in a sense. It can go by other names, but the point is it's something that represents how we choose to interact with one another. The common name used with Daddy is," he paused and moved his fingers deeper inside of her, then brought them out and started rubbing circles on her clit, "Baby Girl."

Her eyes flashed. "Well, I uh-"

"I know, you have a history with that, and to be honest I don't enjoy it, but I understand it. Normally I'd ask you to stop it, but I don't think that would go well, out of the blue, especially with profilers, so I won't ask that, but I might get to punish you every time I hear it."

"I thought you said no torture."

"Punishment isn't torture. You'll enjoy the punishment."

"But if you called me Baby Girl…"

"Which is why I won't call you that, or maybe I can occasionally just for us, but there are plenty of other names too. But since Baby Girl is supposed to belong to me, whether I say it or not, you'll have to pay for it if I hear it."

He watched her contemplate everything he'd just said. As he did so, he increased his circles on her clit and brought his other hand down to enter her again. "Oh uh, uh, I- I-"

"You don't have to agree to everything now, but I want is to introduce you to a few things. We'll try them out, and I just want you to be aware of what I'm talking about so you know where I am going with it."

She nodded. "I can do that," she said breathlessly.

"Good, now I'm going to go down on you, and, when you come on my tongue, you can use any of the names I said or something else that shows you respect that I'm in charge. If you can't do that this time, then just call my name so that we both know who let you come."

"Hmm mmm." She gasped when his lips connected with her again. "C-ca-can I hold your head down?" He smirked against her clit before answering.

"You may." He started licking her up and down.

She felt the warmth of his words on her folds and then the sensation of his tongue traveling the length of her. She gripped his hair in both hands when he dipped his tongue inside of her and then immediately replaced it with his fingers as he started moving his tongue quickly back and forth against the sensitive flesh. He felt her legs shaking around him, and he used his free hand to push one of her legs wider as he sped up his actions.

"Oh my God, Luke! Oh, yes!" She screamed and then began moaning as she felt the climax hit her. She felt out of breath as she rode out the wave of pleasure. She closed her eyes. "Luke, oh my God!" she said again. She felt him still placing small kisses to her sex as she climbed down from her high.

He crawled up her body and placed a kiss to her lips before laying next to her. "Penelope, look at me."

Her eyes felt too heavy. She didn't have the energy to open them yet, but she figured she needed to obey him. She wasn't sure exactly how this submissive thing worked yet. She turned her head and opened her eyes slightly. "Yeah."

"That was good. You said my name the way I asked you to, and you asked me permission to do what you wanted. You won't always have to, but sometimes it will go better for you if you do."

She was spent, but she knew she was supposed to be paying attention to him right now. "Maybe I'm a quick learner."

"Good, I plan on making this a quick study." He started to run his hands up her torso to her breasts, and he put his palms over them. "Are you okay with doing more tonight?"

"Yes, I planned on it, or did you not hear my explanation about the play."

He chuckled, "Oh no, I did, Chica, but I am asking so I know where your limits are. I will be asking how you feel about things as we start, so I'll be able to know automatically later on."

"Okay, so what do we do now?"

"I'm glad you asked. I didn't have a plan for tonight because I knew we were going to have limits, but we can just do what comes naturally."

"And we won't do that normally?"

"We will when I want that."

"Okay," she simpered.

He growled. "So, I can get you naked, correct?"

"Yes."

He swiftly moved his body over hers. He pushed her to her side and unzipped the dress she was wearing. He let her fall to her back as he pulled it down her arms. He saw the bustier she was wearing. It was dark lace, but it was see through. He could see the smooth skin underneath and the nipples that were already hard. "Did you wear this for me?"

"Yes."

"Good girl. You're already catching on before you even knew."

"So I should dress up for you?"

"Sometimes, or you might buy the colors I want. Sometimes you'll go without when I ask you to. And sometimes it will be about what you wear on the outside. You already do well with your dresses. I like them. You knew I liked them, and you continued to wear other ones I liked."

"Like how you said you like my hair up?"

"Exactly like that. But you like it up too, don't you?"

"I do."

"Is that partially because you like to know it pleases me?"

"It is."

"Okay." He ran his fingers over the swell of her breasts, and then down the fabric in the middle of her chest. "Now if you're okay with it, I want to undo these ribbons right here in the middle, and I want you to use your breasts to surround me."

"I can do that." She reached to his chest about to undo buttons.

He grabbed her wrist. "I know you want to take the rest of the suit off of me, and I'll let you, but not yet." He watched her put her hands back to her sides, and he undid the strings in the middle of the bustier only, still leaving the rest of it in place. He unzipped his pants and pushed his underwear down just enough to let himself free. He straddled her torso and put himself in underneath the loosened fabric, "Now can you push yourself together so that I can fuck your…" He paused. "Penelope, I want to know if it will turn you off if I say tits. I never would say that word outside of the bedroom or to refer to any woman's body even in jest, but in the bedroom I like to say it."

"I understand, I get it here, in context, but I don't appreciate it as a reference to women generally."

"We agree, so hold your tits together so I can fuck them." He watched her comply with his request, and he started moving in between the tunnel she'd created for him, the smooth skin making it easy for him to glide in and out. The fabric on top of him created a different feeling on top. "God, do you know how many times I've thought about this? Do you know how much I've wanted to know what this feels like?"

"How much?"

"More times than I can count and more than any man should have a right to crave a woman. Seriously, Penelope, I've wanted this so badly. I love your tits. I have imagined them for so long, and, when you pulled the triangles of your dress down the other day, you have no idea how much I needed to see them."

"You'll get used to them."

"No, Penelope, that's not how I operate. I'll only start to crave it more, and I won't take no for an answer. That's what will happen. I didn't try to get a look down your dress everyday at work just to get used to them one day."

"Oh." She giggled.

"Yeah, oh. Move your hands to the headboard." He commanded, and then he grabbed her breasts roughly in his hands as he glided in and out quicker. "Hold on."

She pushed against the wood of the headboard to keep herself in place as she felt him grip her breasts harshly, feeling him squeeze them harder than she'd ever felt and for some reason enjoying it more than she thought she would. She observed him as he pushed so quickly in between them and watched his lust filled face as he paid rapt attention to the show he was creating. "This is much more fun to watch than a play."

He smirked. "Yes, it is. I'm going to come on your chest and neck and all over this lovely fabric. Are you going to be okay with that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Fuck!" He let himself go, groaning as he did so. He pulled himself out from under the fabric and proceeded to come over her chest, letting gravity help it run down to her neck. Then he pulled back letting some of it fall on the ribbons he'd undone and in between the two mounds. After he was spent, and his eyes refocused, he scanned her face. "You liked that, didn't you?"

"Yes." She lifted her shoulders, slightly embarrassed.

He chuckled. "I liked it too, and you're excellent. Your body is amazing, and you want to do this right, and, as soon as you called me sir, you had me at your command."

"I thought that was the opposite of what you wanted?" she asked genuinely.

"On the contrary, I might ask you to submit to me, but part of that means that I'm at your mercy. You're mine, and that makes it my duty to pleasure you. You belong to me, but I belong to you too which means that you're what I want, which means you're the only one that can give me what I need."

"Oh." Her eyes were shy, and she turned her lips in to try and hide her smile.

"You're allowed to like that. It's better if you do actually." He used his palms to support himself as he hovered over her. "I like everything about you. I always have."

"Yeah, me too," she returned.

He was grinning as he pushed off of her. "You couldn't have told everyone that before, woman?"

"You didn't say anything either," she countered.

"Fair enough. Are you feeling up for something else?"

"Yes, but I don't know what. I know there are a lot of things we can do, but I'm scared we'll want to cross the line."

"I won't let it happen because I know that that would upset you, and it would hinder us, and I don't want that. Part of me being dominant means that I have to take care of you, and, if I let you do something you didn't want to do, I would be failing already."

She smiled as she gazed at him. "I might be starting to see the value in this not having to be in charge thing."

He laughed. "There are benefits to both sides. If a person wants to participate, they can find someone to be the other half to what they want."

"Hmm mmm, well I think I'll have a good time learning about this, but in the meantime…"

"You can take my suit off, and then we can do something a little more tame, like make out on your brother's couch while pretending to be watching a movie."

"Works for me."