Vow of Surrender

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Adam smiled then moved away from her, slowly sinking to his knees with his arms behind his back. Caedance took this opportunity to close the door. She texted Derrick to message her if he needed anything but not to come into the room unless it was an emergency.

With their privacy ensured, she walked back toward Adam and stood in front of him.

"You've been a bad boy, Mr. Drake. And you know what happens to bad boys?"

He said nothing, and she realized he was waiting for her permission to speak. He'd come such a long way since that night at the club.

"Tell me," she continued. "What happens when you disobey?"

"What exactly have I done, My Lady?"

So close. He hadn't lost his brat side after all.

"You haven't been drinking enough water."

He chuckled. "How did you know?"

"I know you. It seems you need me to tell you every little thing, doesn't it?"

She circled him so she stood behind him then rested her hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding her fingertips along his collarbone then around his neck.

"I want you to ask me what I want  you to do to me."

He trembled, and she could see his erection was straining against his jeans.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

Caedance slid her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, using it as support then kicked out of her left flat and started rubbing her foot over his crotch. Adam moaned in response, closing his eyes. She massaged him for a few moments before speaking again.

"I want to feel your mouth on me. I want your tongue inside of me. I want you to devour me until I call out your name. Can you do that, Mr. Drake?"

"God, yes!"

"Good. And in return, I'll make you feel just as much pleasure. I don't often receive without giving something in return."

Adam caressed her bare foot sending shivers through her whole body. She stopped stroking him and reached under her skirt, pulling her underwear down then chucked them aside. Then she moved so she was in front of him again and undid his jeans, pulling the zipper down. to her surprise, he was commando, just how she always wanted him.

"Let me taste you, my lady," he said. "I promise to take my time."

"Good. Because I can hold out for quite some time. You're not allowed to come until I do. Understood?"

Rather than reply, he stood up, hoisting her onto the edge of the table then put one of her legs over his shoulder. He made a trail of feather-soft kisses along her calf then buried his head under her flowered skirt. Caedance gasped with each kiss, her head falling back as he got closer and closer to where she wanted him.

Finally, his tongue came in contact with her sensitive bud, and she covered her mouth to keep from crying out. He teased her, drawing circles around it, then dipped down before teasing again.

"You taste so good," he said. "Like flowers . . . and sweet candy."

Caedance trembled, grabbing his hair and used her other foot to massage his now exposed cock. He groaned, moving his hips to the rhythm of her strokes

When his tongue met her core, she didn't hold back the moan in her throat. She stroked him faster, simultaneously thrusting into his mouth. He also quickened his movements, darting in and out like he was trying to lick the last bit of nectar from a flower.

He found her bud once again, and she whimpered as he traced circles over it. It soon became apparent, he was in control of this moment and not her. She wasn't a switch, but she gladly surrendered to him as her way of dropping her walls and letting him in.

"Oh, God, I'm coming!"

She gripped his hair tighter as her body throbbed with release. He moaned into her, and she felt the warmth of his climax as well. Her vision blurred for a moment, and the room began to spin.

Adam pressed one last kiss against her then came out from under her skirt. They were both breathing hard and staring into each other's eyes as they relished in their passionate encounter.

"Did I please you well, My Lady?"

Caedance rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes. "Promise me . . ."

He gently stroked her shoulder. "Promise you what, My Lady?"

She looked into his eyes once again. "Promise you won't hurt me. That I will be the one woman in your life. That you will tell me when you're happy and when you're sad. That you will let me care for you, and you will care for me in return."

Adam softly kissed her lips over and over. "I promise. And in return, I ask that you never be anything less than yourself with me. That we are both open and honest about what we want, what we like, and what we don't like. And that you will correct me if I am ever wrong. But also that you will allow me to be your protector and provider as well as a submissive because I want to protect you at all cost.

Her heart swelled with joy, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight, afraid this was all a dream and she would wake up.

Once they had recovered from the high of their moment, they went down the hall to the bathroom with the shower. After they were cleaned up, they went back to her office and he sat in her chair with her curled in his lap while he stroked her damp hair.

"Can I ask you something?" she said after a while.

He answered with a light hum from his throat. She could tell he was getting sleepy, as was she.

"I am yours now. You can ask me anything you want."

He was hers, wasn't he? She still couldn't believe it.

"You said you don't want me to be anything less than who I am. Did you mean that?"

"I meant every word. What's on your mind?"

She lay her head on his shoulder, playing with his hair at his name. It was one of her favorite spots on him, and she knew it relaxed him.

"I feel like you haven't experienced all of me. I've trained you, yes, but I have been going easy on you. I'm just worried that . . . once you see that side of me, you'll run off."

Adam sat up, looking at her face. "I'm not going anywhere. No matter how intense you are. I trust you with my body and my heart."

She hesitated before continuing. "I think . . . You need to see it yourself before you make that decision. You need to know all sides of me. And the only way to do that is for you to see me in action."

Realization lit up in his eyes. "You want me to watch you . . . with someone else?"

"It would strictly be play, and no sex involved. I may not be as intense as Koda, but I do have a primal side . . ."

"Wait, you want me to watch a scene with you and Koda?"

She patted his chest. "Do you trust me?"

Adam didn't answer right away, and she could see the struggle brewing in his expression. It was a lot to ask, but she didn't trust anyone else to help her except for Koda. Plus, he had the space for it, and he knew more prey submissives than she did.

"Yes, I trust you," he finally said.

"Good. This Saturday we'll go to Koda's place. And afterward, if you still want me, we can discuss more about our relationship dynamic expectations. Deal?"

Adam buried his nose into her hair, inhaling the scent of her conditioner. HIs breath tickled her neck, and she almost jumped his bones right there.

"We have a deal. My Lady."