Deviance

Chapter 12

"Baby, it's time to get up," Tiras' gravelly voice purrs in my ear, but I'm not having it.
I wrap my hands around his waist even tighter and bury my face in his chest. I'm too comfy to get up now.
"We've been in bed the entire day. It's time to wake up."
He runs his fingers down my spine, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from me.
"I refuse to wake up." I mumble into his hard chest.
"Well, I know how to change that..."
He pulls away from my body just enough to slip his hand between our bodies. His hand snakes its way between my legs. His thumb skims across my clit and my eyes shoot wide open.
"Do you still refuse to wake up? If so, I can stop what I'm doing..."
He expertly moves his thumb in tight circles over my clit. I'm already a writhing mess for him. God, help me!
"I'm... I'm awake..."
My words trip over my tongue. I am intoxicated by his touch.
"That's what I thought," he smirks as he thrusts his fingers into my pussy.
I gasp at the feeling of him filling me with his digits. I think I might be developing a fucking sex addiction because of this man's magical fingers.
He speeds up his pace and hits my g-spot in the most delicious way. I'm about to explode!
"Tiras!" I scream his name as I come all over his fingers again. I have lost track of the number of orgasms that we have given each other.
"Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you look after you've orgasmed?" He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean of my juices.
"You have... but I wouldn't mind you telling me again."
He cups my cheek with his hand in the gentlest way possible. I love that he can fuck me like an animal the one moment and then tenderly caress and hold me the next.
"You remind me of the sun. You are almost too gorgeous to look at. From your red cheeks to your dilated pupils to the crease in your forehead that relaxes. You are a fucking goddess."
He licks his lips as he stares into my eyes.
Fuck, I want him to devour me again!
"If I'm your goddess, what does that make you?" I ask playfully as I give him a peck on his lips.
"Your servant. Your slave. You pick. I will be anything you want me to be..."
The intensity in his eyes scares me a little bit. I didn't know that eyes as dark as his existed. But they aren't a black void. His eyes are like the night sky, filled with stars.
"I want you to be my god..." I answer after a few minutes of thinking about it. He growls at my words.
"Don't say things you don't mean, Auburn. If I'm your god, you'll have to worship me forever," he warns.
Forever doesn't seem long enough... But I don't say that out loud. I just smile at him and give him another kiss.
"So, why exactly did you wake me?" I ask coyly as I trace his red tattoo. It has quickly become my favourite.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight."
I bite my lip.
"Where to?"
"One of my friends owns a club here in the city. I haven't been there in a while. I thought we could go pop in and say hello."
"You want me to meet one of your friends?"
Why does this excite me so much? Is it because he is showing me his world? Is it the fact that he thinks I'm important enough to meet the people who are close to him?

"Yes..." He gives me a weird look.
"Okay. I would like to go with you." I smile at him.
To think a few weeks ago I couldn't get fucking away from him fast enough and now I was agreeing to go to on a date with him... Wait, is that even what the hell this is? Is this a date?
"That's what I like to hear. We can go take a shower and then leave if that's alright with you?"
"Yeah... Yeah, that's a-okay with me." I try to overcompensate for the uncertainty I am feeling internally.
He lets out a chuckle as he picks me up in one swoop and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal as he smacks my ass on the way to the bathroom.
"Let's go clean you. You've been a very dirty little girl..."
After an eventful shower – yes, I might have had another orgasm or two – Tiras surprises me with a giftbag. He still hasn't put his dick inside of me, but he has satisfied me none the less.
"What's that?" I ask, standing in only my towel. "A dress for you for tonight," he replies simply.
I cross my arms over my chest. This feels less like payment for being his whore, but I still don't like him spending money on me.
"You shouldn't have. You really shouldn't have."
I take out the black sequin dress. I run my hands over the fabric. It's beautiful.
"It's not that deep, baby. I saw the dress and it reminded me of you. I wanted to buy it for you."
"I appreciate that. But it makes me uncomfortable..."
I am not used to this. My entire life I have had to fight tooth and nail for anything that I wanted. No one ever gave you something for free – unless they wanted something in return.
He walks over to me and gives me a kiss on the forehead.
"You are mine and I like spoiling what is mine. So, get used to it, my little deviant."
He goes back to getting dressed while I try to catch my breath again.
I slip on some black lacey underwear and then the gorgeous cocktail dress Tiras gifted me. I put my hair up in a sexy bun and then turn to him.
"What do you think?"
It's strange how I need his fucking approval. I crave for him to praise me and tell me what a good girl I am.
"I think that the night is probably going to end with me killing someone over staring at those perfect tits of yours."

My cheeks burn red. I am not going to argue. My boobs do look great in this dress. "Let's go before I tear that dress off of you and fuck you raw."
Tiras holds out his hand for me to take. I place my hand in his and smile as we walk out of the bedroom.
Tonight is going to be fun!

A/N

Hello, my little deviants. Here is a sweet and short chapter for you. I hope it brightens your day as much as you brighten mine.
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