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“Lift your ass, pretty baby,” I told her.
She opened her eyes and tilted her head so she could look at me.“What?”
I ran my hand down the back of her thigh.“Lift your ass and open your legs so I can eat that sweet pussy.”
Her eyes flared, and then her disappointment was gone.I watched as she moved to balance herself on her elbows and jutted her red bottom up in the air as she bent her knees in a stance that spread her wide open for me.
There had never been a sight this fucking precious.I left a trail of kisses over her ass before running my tongue over her hot, wet pussy lips.The wail she let out as I began to play with her made the devil inside of me yearn to see how dirty I could get my pretty baby to be.Just how deep would she go to fill my salacious appetite?
Twenty
Fawn
I set the champagne flute down as Garrett walked out of his closet, wearing a tux.My first thought was,Good Lord, I need a fan or to sit down.My second was that my crumpled-up dress on the floor was going to be pitiful up against that.I pushed that worry away though.I could iron it, and I’d carry myself like it was designer.It would be fine.
Garrett nodded his head toward the door he hadn’t opened yet.I assumed it was another closet of some kind.Perhaps his winter wardrobe.
“Come with me,” he said.
I followed him to the door and waited as he opened it.Then, he held his hand out for me to enter.The thought of seeing more of his private rooms was exciting.I walked inside, trying to guess what this one would be when I stopped short.
The room was feminine.Not in a subtle way either.The walls were white with flecks of gold that shimmered.There was a white L-shaped velvet sofa that looked as if it belonged in the Elizabethan age.A gilded vanity sat against one wall with a plush stool for sitting.The curtains that began at the ceiling to gather at the floor in a pool of expensive fabric were opened to the large windows overlooking the back of the house.I could see more dogwood trees and flower gardens.The chandelier filled the room with light that danced with the end-of-the-day sunlight pouring in.A fluffy white rug covered most of the center of the room while the white marble floor shone around the outer part.I inhaled to realize jasmine and vanilla delicately scented the air.
“What is this?”I asked in awe.
“Yours.”
Mine?
I tore my gaze off the room to look at him.He was watching me.Studying me almost.There was a hopefulness in his expression.No sign of the powerful, commanding man, but one who was almost nervous.
“What do you mean, this is mine?”I asked, slowly realizing that I was being careful with my response.I didn’t want to let him down.
He took a step toward me.“The room and all that is in it are yours.I’ve had the vanity stocked with any and all cosmetics, creams, styling supplies that you could need.The closet”—he pointed at the only door in the room—“has clothing I chose for you, along with lingerie that I expect you to fucking wear, shoes, accessories … jewelry.”
I held up a hand.“Wait.Stop.I need a minute,” I said as my heart raced.
I turned and walked across the room, needing space.I couldn’t look at him, not when he was being so open, vulnerable.We had been having a wonderful time.If I reacted badly that would end it… but he’d bought me clothes … jewelry.Dear God, was it real?I covered my face with both hands and tried to gather myself.
“This isn’t the reaction most women have to being given gifts such as these.”
I dropped my hands and spun around to face him.“I think we already went over the fact that I’m not most women,” I said, the frustration clear in my tone.“Garrett, you don’t need to do this.I told you I would accept bags that were delivered to my camper.I thought you meant panties and small things.Not … not this!”
He took a step in my direction.The look in his eyes was killing me.I hated that I couldn’t just saythank youand dive in, but I just couldn’t.
“I want to shower you with beautiful things, Fawn.”
“And I just need you.Not all this.”
He stopped, and his pupils dilated.I waited, ready to stand my ground.I had to.He didn’t realize it, but if women in his past had let him do all this for them or even expected it, then he’d been taken advantage of.
“That,” he said finally.“That right there.The simple fact that you want me.Not my money.Not my power.Just me.You allow me to spank your ass until it’s bruised, and you don’t require anything for it.You let me choke you and handle your beautiful, perfect body roughly and ask nothing of me.”
“That’s not true,” I argued.“I want the mind-blowing orgasms and … and the connection I feel when we are together.”
He growled and ran a hand through his hair.“Dammit, Fawn.You’re going to fucking kill me.”
“I don’t want to keep upsetting you.”My voice was pleading.I just wished he’d realize that buying me wasn’t needed.I wanted to be with him.
