Eight
When I get home, I get some cleaning done. While I’m not too much of a slob, I do tend to leave things lying about longer than they should. And since Sadie is coming over, I don’t want her distracted by anything other than me.
My cock, as usual, thickens at the thought of her.
And then a melody starts to take shape in my mind. I abandon my cleaning and head for my piano. Just over an hour passes and I’ve got a third song about Sadie. As satisfied as I am about my progress, I curse the fact that I still need to finish cleaning up and eat some dinner. Because if she’s ready, I want to give her all the pleasure she deserves and then some.
I finish cleaning and manage a decent meal of leftovers. When seven o’clock comes and goes, I start to get nervous. At seven thirty, my phone is in my hand as I contemplate whether to call or text her. But what should I say? I don’t want to ask if she’s changed her mind, because I hope to God she hasn’t. I could ask her if everything’s okay, but if she’s still with her parents, I don’t want her answering questions about me that she’s not ready for. Lord knows I am, but she obviously needs some convincing about being mine.
My thumb is hovering over her name when I hear a soft knock on my door. I think. Very slowly, I walk in that direction. As eager as I am to have her here, I don’t want to appear desperate. So, I take a deep breath and look through the peephole.
It’s her. My sweet Sadie.
As I unlock things, I take a deep breath to calm myself. When I pull open the door, she lifts her focus from the floor to me as she clutches an overnight bag in front of her. I let my smile speak for itself as I gesture for her to come inside. She gives me a small one in return and steps just far enough in so I can shut my door.
“Let me take your bag,” I say.
She nods and hands it to me. After I set it aside, I turn back as she sets down her purse. It’s only then I notice that she’s wearing a trench coat. And fuck it all if my thoughts don’t take a serious nosedive as I imagine that she’s completely naked underneath it. Hoping against hope, I ask a question.
“Sadie,” I breathe. “Are you wearing a dress?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I smile so wide that it hurts. Then I close the distance between us and take her face in hands. And that’s when I notice something else.
“Where are your glasses?”
“In my purse,” she says. “They’re just blue blockers but I usually forget I have them on and end up wearing them most of the day.”
“I see,” I smile. “And I’d very much like to see you. In your dress.”
“I didn’t wear it to dinner,” she says quickly.
“Why not?”
“I…wasn’t…”
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Whatever makes you comfortable is fine.”
She looks down and bites her lip. I tip her face back up to mine and kiss her. Softly at first, but when she opens for me, I take everything. And she gives it back. In minutes, I drop my arms and pull her body flush against mine. My cock hardens and when she feels it, she presses herself against me even more.
“Brock,” she moans into my mouth.
“Sadie,” I pant. “What do you need? Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
She pulls back and meets my eyes. The fear reflected in them pains me. And I know in this moment that I’m going to give her whatever she needs. Indefinitely.
“I want you to… see me,” she whispers.
“Okay,” I nod. “Let me see you, Sadie.”
Very slowly, I step backward to give her space. She rocks back and forth on her feet first. Then her hands go to the tie on her coat. After a deep breath, she looks down and unties it. Then she goes about undoing the buttons. Each one she works free makes my body grow hot with anticipation. When it’s completely undone, she grips the lapels and slowly lifts her eyes back to mine.
“Brock,” she breathes.
“Whatever you need, Sadie,” I tell her. “Take it off or change into something else. No matter what, you’re here with me. That’s all that matters.”
She manages a small smile at this. So, when she finally slips the coat off her shoulders, I force myself to hold her gaze. Even as her coat puddles around her feet, I look at her face. And I smile.
“Brock?”
“Yes?”
“You’re not looking at me,” she rasps.
“I am, Sadie,” I nod. “Everything I need to see is in your eyes.”
She smiles a bit at this. Then she takes a deep breath and stands a little taller. Her eyes tell me that she’s about to challenge me. And I’ll meet it head on. All day, every day.
“I went out of my way to do this for you, Brock,” she says. “You wanted me in a dress, and here I am. See me , Brock. This is what you wanted. Don’t make me regret giving this to you.”
I give her a small smile and nod. Then, I do what she wants. I drop my eyes from hers to take her in. And the sight of her in the most flattering dress ever made causes me to lose my breath. My hand flies to my chest to still my fluttering heart. Then I drop to my knees with a pained moan.
“Fuck, Sadie,” I croak out.
My eyes travel the length of her body a dozen times before I can focus on her beautiful face again. When I do, I’m shocked to see that her eyes are filled with tears. And they reflect her fear.
So, I say what’s necessary to take it away from her.
“Say you’ll be mine, Sadie,” I gasp. “I want you more than I want my next breath.”