Hiding Sparrows

14. Those who wait

* Explicit content ahead. Don't read if you're under the age of 18 *

It was as though, with my consent, a switch had been flipped. Ty's hand dropped from my chin to my throat, and as he wrapped his fingers around my throat I let out a breathy whimper, looking up at him. He grinned and leaned down, his mouth finding its way to my chin. He trailed kisses up my jawline and started biting my ear, and I shut my eyes at the slight sting. But even in the pain, I could feel arousal burning within me.

Then, as if reading my thoughts, his other hand snaked down to my dressing gown, tugging on the knot and quickly untying it. I shrugged it off and the fabric fluttered to the floor. Ty stopped his attack on my ear to move back, and look down at my body. I tried not to shrink under his gaze, suddenly self conscious. But then he looked up and grinned.

"Fucking gorgeous, little bird."

I blushed, then reached for the zipper on his jeans, but he grabbed my hand.

"Not yet. I want this first time to be all about you."

I bristled at that, pulling my hand away. First time? Did he think this would happen more than once? I was about to speak these thoughts aloud when his hand grabbed my breast and I let out a yelp of surprise. He grinned and leant in again, this time honing in on my neck, his mouth trailing kisses over my skin as he kneaded my chest like dough.

Weak moans passed my lips as my body was overcome with pleasure.

Ty stopped kissing my skin for a few moments to snigger at me and whisper, "Are you enjoying this, little bird?"

I whimpered and nodded, reaching up to pull him back in again. He stopped kneading my breast to grab my hand, raise an eyebrow at me.

"Impatient, are we?" He asked. "What's that saying again? Good things come to those who..."

I scowled, biting my lip. He glanced down and cocked his head, giving me a teasing look.

"Robin, it seems that you're not wearing the panties I paid for. Don't you think that I deserve to see them? Seeing as I paid for them?"

I blinked at him. "You aren't seriously going to make me go put them on now?"

"Well, I'm not going to make you do anything. I'm simply asking you politely if I could see the lingerie you bought with daddy's credit card."

My face scrunched up and I shook my head. "Please don't call yourself that. Or, make me call you that."

His face turned serious for a second. "That's okay, Robin. Like I said, I'm not going to make you do anything you aren't comfortable with. Aight?"

I was taken aback by the sudden change in demeanour. But also, couldn't help but feel thankful. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

He nodded too. "Alright, Robin. You don't want to call me daddy. That's okay. But this morning in the car, you called me sir. Are you comfortable using that?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He shook his head. "I need verbal confirmation, little bird."

I hesitated, then spoke. "Yes... sir."

His eyes went dark again and the mask returned. He smirked. "Well? Are you going to show me what I paid for?"

"Okay," I said, begrudgingly. I was beyond wound up, and I really just wanted him to keep giving me pleasure. But instead he was making me work for it. I rolled my eyes.

"Ay," He snapped, making me look at him. He gave me a stern look. "I saw that. I expect respect from you, little bird. Understood?"

I blushed and quickly nodded. "Sorry."