“Are you finished?” I asked when she placed her fork on her plate and picked up her napkin.
She smiled. “Yes. It was amazing, as always.”
“Thank you. I enjoy cooking.”
“I can tell. And I’ve never eaten as well before in my life.”
Taking a sip of wine, I watched her for a moment. I could tell she was waiting for me to say something, so I figured what the hell. Might as well jump right in.
“Since I cooked, I’d like you to clean the kitchen.”
Her eyes widened. “Of course, Mr. Snowden. I’d be happy to.”
“Naked,” I added.
Her eyes dropped to the table and I noticed a smile tilt the very corners of her mouth. Her cheeks had a little more color to them. I liked that I could make her blush.
Pushing my chair back, I prepared to get to my feet to help carry the dishes to the sink, but Addison stopped me with a hand on my arm.
“Please, stay seated. I’d like to do this for you.”
Nodding, I positioned myself back in my chair and picked up my wineglass.
Addison stood, then very efficiently removed her clothing, laying each piece neatly on her chair.
The woman made my mouth water. Not only with how incredibly beautiful she was, but also with the way she carried herself. I could tell she’d taken to heart the training she’d received as a submissive, always making sure she was presenting herself in the most flattering light. Not that it took much. The woman was simply beautiful. Once I managed to get her to gain a few pounds, she would be perfect.
After she carried our plates to the sink, she returned and filled my glass before leaving again. I watched as she quickly rinsed the dishes, placing them in the dishwasher. It didn’t take long, but I was the type who cleaned up after myself as I cooked. Something I always did because Mr. Parker insisted on cleaning. He said if I cooked, he would clean, and I never wanted to leave him with a mess.
Once Addison was finished, she came over to my side, then eased herself down onto her knees beside my chair. She spread her knees wide, tilted her chin down and placed her hands on her thighs, palms up.
“Very nice, precious. And thank you for cleaning up.”
“It was my pleasure, Mr. Snowden.”
Wanting to touch her, I placed my hand on her head, not at all disappointed when she shifted and placed her cheek against my knee.
“Why don’t we move this to the living room,” I stated, not wanting her to kneel on the tile for too long.
Addison politely waited for me to assist her to her feet. I then steered her toward the sofa with my hand on her back. Her skin was warm and so damn soft. I had the overwhelming urge to lay her down and lick my way over her entire body. She did something to me, made me want things I hadn’t thought about in a really long time.
Not only did I want to dominate her, to tie her up, to make her beg and plead for what she needed, I also wanted to take care of her, to make love to her, to spend hours learning every sigh, every moan.
I was getting in over my head, I knew, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. It felt as though I’d been waiting an eternity for this woman.
And here she was.
“Kneel,” I instructed when I took a seat on the sofa. I wanted her at my feet, wanted her head on my knee. There was something incredibly soothing about having a submissive at my feet. It was something I’d longed to have solely for myself for so long now.
Addison gracefully went to her knees on the rug, this time moving close to me with her cheek once again on my knee. I ran my fingers through her hair while we sat quietly for a short time. The silence wasn’t awkward and I didn’t feel compelled to fill it, either. It was very similar to the times I spent with Mr. Parker, both of us reading or working. We could sit for hours and the silence was always comfortable. Simply knowing he was there was what made it worth it.
The same went for Addison.
I merely enjoyed being with her.
“What time do you have to be at work?” I asked, hating that this night had to end.
“Nine,” she replied, sounding just as disappointed.
“I’d like you to stay like that for a little while longer, then I guess you should probably get ready.”
And just like that, my perfect evening was coming to an end.
Twenty-Six
ADDISON
ON WEDNESDAY EVENING, WHEN I arrived home from work, I found a wrapped gift sitting on my kitchen island. The second my eyes took in the brilliant red paper and the giant white bow, my belly took a nosedive to my feet and I started giggling like a schoolgirl.
