“I’ve never thought of you as one that follows,” I told her. She smiled down at me playfully.
“I do not take instruction well,” she teased, “I prefer to give orders.”
“That’s a happy coincidence,” I told her as she stood up straight and began to lead me in a slow foxtrot, “I prefer to follow your lead.” She laughed lightly.
“You’re doing well,” she praised me, and my chest felt full at her words. “How is my leading? Am I better than that mutt you call a friend?” she asked, her tone a little sour.
“You know you’re better than him in all ways,” I told her. She smiled brightly as she turned us picking up our speed.
“I am,” she agreed smugly.
“Why ask, if you already know?” I teased her.
“I like to hear you say it,” she told me, grinning, pleased with herself.
When we stopped, her hands moved to my waist and she pulled me flush to her. “I have a gift for you,” she told me, all playfulness gone.
“A gift?” I asked. She nodded, taking my hand and leading me towards the door. “Where are we going?” I asked as we left our home, walking past the guard.
“To the roof,” she answered, guiding me down corridors I didn’t know and to a small staircase that led a couple of floors higher. “I hope you are pleased,” she told me, pausing before she pushed open a large metal door.
I was speechless as the summer sunlight rushed through the open door and I soaked in the warmth and sight before me. It was a rooftop garden, bursting with bright summer colours. I turned to her, and she looked at me with a sort of expectant nervousness I hadn’t seen on her before.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
I walked out onto the rooftop to inspect. There were tall wooden flower beds and shiny stained decking, and as I turned around a corner there was a luxurious swing seat with a wonderful canopy and side mesh. It was tranquil and private and would give an excellent view of the beautiful garden.
“I wanted you to have a space that was yours. I have another year at the Academy; I thought you would enjoy a garden of your own,” she spoke a little fast beside me and I turned to see her cheeks tinged ever so slightly.
“It’s wonderful, perfect,” I told her. “No one has ever given me anything quite like this,” I said, stepping further between the flowerbeds, brushing my fingertips along the petals of pink sweet peas.
“You like it?” she asked again. I looked back to her, unable to control my wide smile and recognised that she was nervous. I was overcome with my love for her, that she would have such a wonderful thing created for me and worry at my opinion.
I threw myself to her in a fierce embrace. She caught me easily, her arms holding me tight.
“I love it,” I told her. I felt her press her lips to my head and her purr resonated through me.
“I’m very pleased. You can come here whenever you like. It is your space to do with as you please,” she said.
She sat on the overly cushioned swing seat and watched me as I flitted around my new garden, taking care of what was there and planning what I could add. I was aware of her eyes on me, it was a feeling that could make me excited, but right then it filled me with a sense of peace. Everything felt as if it was perfectly as it should be.
“Pet,” she called to me after a while. “Come sit and enjoy the sun with me before we must start getting ready for the evening.”
I walked to her and sat beside her, pushing the chair back into a slow sway. She growled playfully, turning to her side, bringing one leg up to the seat and pulling me into her arms and between her legs, my back to her chest. Her lips quickly found my neck and I hummed happily as she began to mark me.
Her marking was slow, careful, and had me breathless in her arms, moaning lightly as her cool hands pushed under my top to caress my heated skin.
“Ma’am,” I whispered. “Selene,” I said louder, heat building in my lower belly and squirming in her grasp. Her hand pushed higher, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple.
“Percy,” she spoke my name against my ear before dropping back to my neck to suck at my pulse. I squeezed my legs tight, rubbing my thighs together. Her free hand forced my legs apart, grabbing me over my jeans. “Uh-uh,” she warned. “Keep your legs open for me,” she demanded.
“But I need something,” I whined, feeling my arousal build and dampen my panties.
“I’ll decide what you need and when,” she said and kissed along my jaw. I turned my head to meet her lips and moaned as her tongue pushed past my lips. I kissed her heatedly, showing my desire. “You owe me,” she said when she pulled away, her hand over my pussy pressing against me, causing me to buck and whine.
“I do,” I replied, remembering how she had not allowed me to return the pleasure she had given me last.
“How are you going to repay me?” she asked, her molten-silver eyes locked with mine.