Butter for the Balls

Chapter Five

Adrianna shook from the slight breeze that entered the bed chamber. The room was spacious and nice, but it was terribly cold.

"Come help warm me up, please." Adrianna pleaded to the Duke, which he responded to with a smirk and then started to crawl into bed. "Oh, ew, no. Take your clothes off, obviously."

He eyed her suspiciously, something flashing in those blue green grey black brown orbs that she couldn't identify. He took his shirt off, and then thought that was enough.

"No," Adrianna frowned, "All of your clothes, including your shoes."

"I always sleep with my shoes on, though," he teased, hesitant to take them off.

"Oh, come on. Just take them off! It's not like I am really going to see your feet anyways in the dark and under the covers, if that is what you are worried about."

He looked down at his shoes once more, considering it again. With another moment he shrugged and knelt down to untie his laces. Within a few minutes he had his first shoe off. Another few minutes later, his other shoe. Adrianna wasn't sure when this was going to end. She was feeling horny enough for a second round but he was taking an exceptionally long time (perhaps intentionally) and it was wearing off fast. Plus, there was something else that was bothering him, too.

Finally, he took off the rest of his socks (Adrianna guessed there were many considering the amount of time it took for him to remove them) and sighed before crawling into the sheets.

Adrianna's eyes were open for anything out of place on Chad's body to make him feel insecure, and she found it. Only a glimpse of what it could have been on his feet.

Instead of seeing a long foot with strange looking toes, Adrianna's eyes fell upon both of his feet that lacked any toes at all. There were some stubs left, but it looked like most of them were cut clean off. Adrianna couldn't hold her surprise, she gasped and looked up to his face.

Chad seemed disappointed with her reaction but seemed used to it, "I haven't let that many people see my scars."

"Those aren't scars! Those are stubs!" Adrianna exclaimed, motioning to his feet that hid deep within the covers. He sighed again, looking even more embarrassed than before.

"I had a bad accident when I was younger. One of my brothers pushed me in front of a horse carriage."

"Oh, that's horrible!" Adrianna exclaimed, "and the carriage just ran right over your feet?"

"Not the first one," he paused, "or the second one for that matter. I kind of rolled around on the street after I got hit. Can't remember a lot because I was unconscious for parts of it, but I do remember the pain."

"I can't imagine that!" Adrianna hugged him tighter and said, "I would never do that to you."

"Oh, God, I would hope not."

"Don't worry, I don't mind." Adrianna said soothingly.

"Good, I would hope not. I usually don't show women my feet, unless I am getting paid for it specifically (of course). I just keep my shoes on and hope they don't notice." Chad just shrugged.

"Has anyone noticed before?" Adrianna asked.

"I think one, but I can't even remember who, really. I have been with many, many women before you. I just hit it and quit it before either of us can get emotionally attached and before they could take off all of my clothes."

"How did you take off your skinny jeans without taking off your shoes?" Adrianna wondered, suddenly forgetting the events that occurred earlier that night.

"I have special pants that have velcro up the sides, so after I unbutton everything I can just rip them off like stripper pants." Chad said.

"That's effective," Adrianna nodded, applauding his creativity and thoroughness for it all.

"Yes, I suppose so. How many men have you been with?" Chad asked with curious eyes.

"A few, but not many. There was this crazy ex that I finally was able to get rid of a few years ago."

"I'm sorry about that. I hope he wasn't too horrible," Chad said sympathetically.

"It was pretty bad. Every time we had sex he would make us do really stupid role plays. Like he wanted me to dress up as Shakespeare a few times."

"Like a Shakespeare character?"

"No, like the man, Shakespeare. I think he had a thing for him. He would get so turned on when I put on the silly wig and started talking in iambic pentameter. "

"That is pretty weird," he admitted.

"It was. He was pretty odd, but that wasn't even the worst part. He told everyone about what we did, and made it seem like I was the one with the weird kinks. I was a laughing stock for months." She threw her arms up in frustration, "And then, to top it all off, he tried to propose to me in a full Shakespeare outfit. I have been a laughing stock ever since. I hope this butter business will settle all that when they see that I am an independent woman!"

"I wouldn't do that to you," he shook her vigorously.

"Thank you," she blushed and batted her eyelashes. "Want to prove it to me?"