Attention

"What are you doin' Darlin'?" He asks with a subtle smirk as he looks down at me. "Hmm?" He hums as his thumb brushes my cheek. Does he have any clue how those tiny little gestures drive me wild? Probably. I assume that's why he does it in the first place.

I shouldn't say this, I am going to sound completely insane and like I am seeking attention. Maybe I am-just a little bit? While I may not crave attention in general, I do crave his attention. I want it like it is a drug. Whenever he is around I want to be the one he is looking at. The first person he looks for when he comes into a new room and the last person he looks at when he leaves. God, I sound fucking obsessed. It is pathetic but again, I am not a quitter. I have made it this far and I'll be damned if I don't finish what I started.

"Being a good girl and waiting patiently for you to finish your call, Sir." If nothing else I know calling him Sir always has some kind of effect on him. And there it is, that little glimmer it puts in his eyes but he is still just staring at me as I am kneeling at his feet.

His eyes dance over me it is almost like he didn't even realize that I am nearly naked until this moment. I go to do the same thing, but I only get halfway down his body before he says, "Mm-mm. Eyes up here. Keep looking at me." So, reluctantly, I force my eyes back up to him.

"Yes, Sir." I squeak.

"You wanna be a good girl for me?" He asks but it takes me a second to process it. I nod my head. "Use your words Sweetheart." He says as his thumb strokes my cheek again.

"Always... Sir."

Through a deep chuckle, he says, "A good girl would be a gross understatement. Fallon, you are perfect. You are always such a good girl for me."

That's it. That right there. This is what I was looking for. This is what I have always craved without even knowing it. The way he is looking at me is like I am the only person that exists in his world. I am the only one who matters.