Page 35 of Smut Lovers
Chapter Six
Wren
H is confidence is intoxicating, and I can feel the tension building between us again.
I take a step closer, the space between us shrinking, and suddenly, I’m acutely aware of every inch of my body.
But there’s something he doesn’t know. I’m still a virgin.
The thought sends a rush of heat to my cheeks, and I can feel the weight of that truth pressing down on me.
In a world where I’ve always had to fend for myself, the idea of letting someone in—especially someone like Zane—terrifies me.
But it also excites me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“Zane,” I breathe, the air thick with desire, as his eyes darken with hunger.
“Yes, little bird?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.
“I-I’ve never done this before,” I confess, my heart racing as the words fall from my lips.
A wicked grin tugs at his mouth, his eyes glinting with desire. “Good. That means I get to teach you everything. To mold you into the perfect little girl. My perfect little girl.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his words, the intensity of his gaze making my knees weak. I've never felt this way before—the mix of fear and excitement, the thrill of surrendering to someone.
Zane cups my cheek, his thumb grazing over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “I’m going to take care of you, Wren. You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”
Tears prick the corners of my eyes, the weight of his words hitting me like a ton of bricks. I've been on my own since my parents left, the burden of taking care of myself always heavy on my shoulders.
“Why are you doing this? Why do you even care?” I ask, my voice trembling as I fight back the tears.
Zane leans in, his breath warm against my lips. “Because you’re mine, Wren. And I take care of what’s mine.”
“How am I yours when you've been making my life hell at the shop?”
Zane laughs, the sound low and rumbling. “Oh, little songbird, haven't you figured it out yet? It's called discipline.”
I open my mouth to respond, but he cuts me off with a searing kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. The world around me melts away, and all I can focus on is the feel of his lips on mine, the heat of his body pressed against me.
When we finally break apart, I'm breathless and lightheaded, my heart racing.
Zane rests his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged.
“Do you understand now, Wren? This is what you've been craving, the missing piece in your life.
I'm the one who's going to give you what you need. To take care of you, to guide you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion, as the reality of what's happening sinks in.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my lips.
As we stand there, our foreheads pressed together, I can feel the weight of the moment settling around us. The air is thick with unspoken promises, and my heart races as I try to process everything Zane has said.
“Wren,” he begins, his voice low and serious, pulling back slightly to look deep into my eyes. “I need you to understand something important.”
I swallow hard, my pulse quickening as I brace myself for his words.
“I’m not just here to teach you or guide you,” he continues, his gaze unwavering. “I’m here to be your Daddy now. That means I’ll take care of you, protect you, and help you discover all the parts of yourself you’ve kept hidden.”
The term sends a jolt through me, a mix of excitement and vulnerability. “Daddy?” I echo, the word feeling foreign yet somehow right on my tongue.
“Yes, little bird. I want you to feel safe with me, to know that you can rely on me completely,” he says, his thumb brushing gently across my cheek. “You’re mine, and that means I’ll cherish you, guide you, and help you become the best version of yourself.”
I can’t help but smirk, the brat in me surfacing. “What if I don’t want to be a good girl?”
Zane raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh? And what exactly do you want to be then?”
“Maybe I want to be a little troublemaker,” I tease, biting my lip as I challenge him with my gaze.
His expression shifts, a mix of amusement and intrigue. “Is that so? A troublemaker, huh? You know what happens to troublemakers, don’t you?”
“Maybe I’m counting on it,” I reply, a daring smile spreading across my face.
Zane chuckles, the sound deep and rich. “You’re pushing your luck, little bird. But I like a challenge.”
“Just remember, you’re the one who said you’d take care of me,” I say, my voice teasing yet laced with a hint of sincerity.
Suddenly, Zane pulls back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know, little bird, I think it’s time to show you just how much I mean it when I say I’m your Daddy now.”
Before I can respond, he scoops me up effortlessly, tossing me onto the bed. I land on the soft mattress with a surprised gasp, the sudden shift leaving me breathless.
“Zane!” I exclaim, a mix of shock and exhilaration coursing through me as I look up at him.
He stands over me, his expression a blend of amusement and desire. “What? You wanted to be a troublemaker, right?”
I bite my lip, a playful smile creeping onto my face. “I didn’t think you’d actually throw me!”
He smirks, leaning over me, his hands braced on either side of my head. “Oh, but I will always keep you on your toes, Wren. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you remember that.”
My heart flutters at his words, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine. Zane is unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and I can already tell he isn't going to let me off easily. But that's exactly what I need.
“Zane,” I breathe, his name rolling off my tongue like a prayer.
“Yes, little songbird?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against my lips.
“Please,” I whimper, my body aching with need.
Zane smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Please, what, Wren? You’re going to have to be a good girl and ask Daddy nicely.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks, the heat radiating from my skin. “Please, Daddy, fuck me,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
“Mmm, I love hearing that come from your sweet lips,” he replies, his voice thick with desire.
With a predatory grace, Zane leans closer, his hands gently gripping my waist as he pushes me back onto the bed. I can feel the softness of the sheets beneath me, contrasting with the heat of his body hovering just above mine.
He takes his time, his fingers trailing down my sides, teasingly brushing against my skin. “I want to savor this moment,” he says, his voice low and filled with promise.
As he slowly undresses me, each piece of clothing falls away, revealing more of me to him. His touch is both gentle and commanding, igniting a fire within me that I didn’t know existed. I can feel my breath quickening as he takes his time, his eyes dark with hunger as he drinks in the sight of me.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his gaze never leaving mine. “So beautiful, so perfect. Just for me.”
The heat of his words sends a rush of warmth through my body, and I arch my back slightly, craving more of his touch. “Zane...”
“Patience, little bird,” he replies, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “I’m going to show you just how much I care.”
As I lay on the bed, anticipation coursing through me, Zane steps back, his eyes locked onto mine with a smoldering intensity. With deliberate slowness, he begins to undress, the air thick with tension and desire.
He starts with his shirt, pulling it over his head, the fabric sliding off his broad shoulders to reveal a chiseled chest that seems to ripple with every movement.
My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of him—his torso sculpted like a work of art, defined abs leading down to a waist that looks like it was carved from stone.
As he stands before me, the dim light catches the intricate tattoos that adorn his skin.
Each design tells a story, wrapping around his arms and peeking out from beneath his collarbone—bold, fierce, and undeniably captivating.
The ink contrasts sharply against his sun-kissed skin, enhancing the rugged allure that draws me in even deeper.
Zane notices my gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Like what you see, little bird?” he teases, his voice low and teasing.
I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing with heat. “You’re... incredible,” I manage to say, my heart racing at the sight of him.
“Just wait until you see more,” he replies, his tone dripping with promise. He continues to undress, revealing more of his toned physique, each movement deliberate and teasing, as if he’s savoring the moment as much as I am.
When his jeans come off, I can see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers, the impressive bulge causing a rush of wetness between my legs. He moves toward the bed, his gaze fixed on me, his body coiled with energy and desire.
Before I can react, he pounces, his hands finding their way to my wrists, pinning them above my head. His strength overwhelms me, his body a cage of steel, as he towers over me. The feel of his weight on top of me is intoxicating.
“Now, Wren,” Zane breathes, his voice low and commanding. “I’m going to fuck that bratty mouth and your pussy tonight. Are you ready for that? Because once I start, there's no going back.”
My body quivers with need, heat pooling between my legs as I whisper, “Yes, Daddy,” the words spilling from my lips, laced with desperation.
He leans in, his mouth tantalizingly close to mine, his breath warm and heavy. “Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, before crashing his lips against mine with a ferocity that steals the air from my lungs.
One hand remains gripping my wrists, while the other roams my body, exploring every curve and dip with possessive hunger. His fingers trail fire along my skin, igniting every nerve ending as he slips a finger between my legs, teasingly dipping inside me, testing my wetness.