Shane
“What?” Adea asked. She raised her chin and craned her neck as her brown eyes found my dark ones. I watched as they widened at my request. Shock splashed across her features, and I had to try my damn hardest not to smile. “Shane, you-you can’t be serious…” She said incredulously.
Oh, baby. I’m dead fucking serious.
When she saw no hint of humor in my features, her lips pulled down. She gritted her jaw and clenched her teeth together. My Princess wasn’t accustomed to cleaning, and she was also not used to me giving her orders. Her eyes burned as she considered my request. I loved that fire in her eyes. I was ready for her to argue, or put up a fight. My palm twitched as the thought of her plump ass cheek red with my hand print. I had just come, but my cock jumped at the thought.
She reached down with her hands and I tutted her.
Her eyes found mine again, and I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip. She gulped and my heart rate picked up knowing she understood what I wanted. I waited for her to deny me, or tell me where to go, but she didn’t. No, not My Princess. She never did what I expected.
To my surprise, Adea lowered herself, her fragile fingers flat against the floor. Her chest quickly followed, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I stared down at her on the floor.
Fuck. She’s beautiful.
Her eyes found mine before they dropped back to the floor. Her head dipped down, but I could still see her pink tongue as it darted out. She lowered herself until her tongue slid across the floor. I flexed my thighs and calves as she licked up the first drop of many. She didn’t look back up at me as she turned her head to the left. Adea lowered her head again and licked up another drop.
I stood above her and watched every move, twitch, and flick of her tongue. She was being so good for me. I never thought she’d be able to do these things for me. I always knew I was fucked up, and I did my best to keep it from her. She said she could take what I gave her. I’d admit that I wasn’t sure she could.
I knew the things I imagined were dark, sick, and depraved. The things I’d wanted to do to her could leave her bruised, hurt, or bloody. I always feared seeing that look in her eyes. The one that said she feared me, that she hated me. I never wanted to see it reflected in her eyes. I never wanted her to be afraid of me. Today, she was proving that she could, that she would. Today she was proving that I could have what I wanted and what I needed. I felt no judgment from her, no scorn as she listened to me. No hate or disgust. She just did it. My throat constricted with emotion.
I’m so fucked up.
I don’t fucking deserve her.
When every last drop had been licked up, her eyes found mine again. The hope in her eyes had my heart melting. She was the only one who had this effect on me. She was the only woman in the world that had me wrapped around her finger. I’d do anything for her. I’d die a thousand deaths just to have her in my life.
When she returned to her kneeling position, I reached down and ran my hand through her hair. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she sighed. I trailed my fingers down the side of her face. They glided over her lips and gripped her chin.
“Good girl,” I cooed. “You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?” . She nodded once, and her eyes filled with water until they overflowed. Tears streaked down her face and her chin wobbled in my grip. I recognized her need for approval and acceptance. “I’m so proud of you,” I praised. “You’ve been a good girl, Adea.” She closed her eyes and more tears streamed down her cheeks. I bent down and wrapped my arms around her. Standing, I pulled her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her head into my chest.
“Thank you,” she hiccuped.
“You never have to thank me for that. It’s me who should thank you for being…” I trailed off. I couldn’t finish that sentence. I tried again. I opened my mouth and shut it. Nothing. I did that a couple of times. I couldn’t find the right words.
How do I thank her for being perfect?
How do I express how thankful I am for her being everything I’ve ever wanted?
How do I tell her she embodies everything I’ve ever needed?
“Everything. You’re everything, Adea.”