“There.” He pointed to the floor right in front of him.
“I…” She hesitated, he looked pointedly at her, and she did as he told her to do.
“Now, sit,” he said.
Again, she hesitated. “You’re not going to paint me again, are you?”
“I said sit.” He looked at her with a warning scowl, dominating her completely so that even if she had wanted to argue, she wouldn’t have been able.
She was stubborn. She was purposefully cantankerous. But she was also obedient when she needed to be. Thus, she sat herself down on the stool, her entire body trembling, and Evander relished the moment even more than their kiss.
Once she was seated, Evander stayed back for a moment.
He observed her sitting there. He took note of her trembling body and the way her eyes looked everywhere but directly at him. She had no idea what to expect, and that was how he liked it.
Miss Finch… she had done so much for him since arriving at his home, more than he could ever say. Now, Evander decided, it was time he returned the favor. And there was only one way he could think of doing it…
“I wanted to thank you,” he started as he walked toward her. Although he did not approach her directly. Rather, he walked around where she sat, appraising her as if she were a piece of art.
“You… what for?” she stammered.
“For everything,” he said, his voice deep and dark. “What you have done for my son. What you have done for our relationship. And…” He came in front of her, stopping and looking down. “And what you have done for me.”
“Oh.” She swallowed. “Just doing my job…”
“No…” He reached out and rested a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You have done so much more than that, and it is time I repay you.”
“H – how?” she said.
He smiled. “Let me show you…”
Evander released her chin, and she gasped as if he was tearing away a piece of her. She looked at him hopefully, pouting, no doubt wanting more of that kiss.
He just chuckled and, while maintaining full eye contact, dropped to his knees in front of her.
She gasped in realization.
“Your legs,” he said. “Open them.”
“My… my legs…”
“Open then,” he said again, still looking at her.
She hesitated, unsure, likely scared. He raised an eyebrow, not willing to give her a chance to turn him down. She furrowed her brow, she licked her lips, she seemed to consider the moment… and then he saw her relax. A smile took her lips, she exhaled deeply, and she opened her legs wide.
“Good, Miss Finch…” He ran his hands up her shins, taking her skirt and lifting it until he reached her knees. Her legs trembled at his touch. “You see, isn’t it so much easier when you do as you are told?”
“Sometimes,” she said, her breathing suddenly deep.
He chuckled. “Always… you just can’t behave, can you?”
“Now, where is the fun in that?”
“I think you are about to find out.”
Suddenly, his hands gripped her knees, and she started. He licked his lips as he spread her legs further. He could feel the heat pouring from between her thighs, just as he saw them shake. A final glance upwards, their eyes met, the excitement in her stare was palpable, and it was all that Evander needed.
He looked back down, he licked his lips a final time, and he dove his head between her thighs.
