Chapter 24: Interlude IV
AKA: Let's fall in love

Her soul is fierce

Her heart is brave

Her mind is strong

"I don't think we were blindly infatuated anyway," you told your Dad, and I silently agreed.

We were in lust before we were in love, but never infatuated, and never ignorant of the other's flaws.

"He really annoyed me when we first met," you added with a smirk.

What an understatement. It was a wonder none of us had stormed out of the Heathman during our first 'date.'

"You weren't Miss Sunshine, either," I reminded you. You had acted like quite the mad tiger more often than not—or at least more often than any female I had ever met before.

"Yet now you think that I am," you counterattacked, trying to raise an eyebrow but lifting both instead.

I couldn't help but smile. I still find it hilarious you can't get your eyebrows to obey. I had tried hard to teach you, but you were hopeless indeed.

"You joke and laugh more," I pointed out.

You had become my sunshine in my times of pain, your brilliant smiles a balm that could make anything bearable.

"And you're less frustrating."

"You warm my heart, Miss Steele."

And then later that night you said, "I was just thinking about how much I've changed ever since I lived here," and I reflected upon it all.

I could only say how much you had changed in the last two months.

You had seemed like a pleasant Submissive when we first met. During the first month, anything new I tried with you, you were happy to accept with bravery and an open mind. Your faith in me astounded me.

And then, during the next two months, you embraced your sexuality further, opened your mind and body to new experiences, and became the worst Sub I had ever met.

Or maybe you were already the worst Sub I had ever met, and I had been too blind to see it?

I think it did take me a while to figure out you only misbehaved when you felt like being spanked and led me to make you come when you needed it the most. You cued me when you wanted to get tied up. I allowed you to wear whatever you pleased in my playroom, having only thought at first how your sexy outfits pleased me. I accused you of topping from the bottom only a tenth of the times you did so—for the other ninety per cent I was too distracted by your allurement to realise what was happening.

I don't think—I couldn't ever think—you were manipulative. Quite the opposite. You had insisted time and time again you weren't Submissive in nature, and I had thought you were blind of your own dark desires when it had been me the one too stubborn to see the fierce tiger that hid underneath the kitty.

But by the time the tiger came out to hiss at me, the kitty tired of the game, I was already so entranced by your body I couldn't take a step back. And then I fell in love with that tiger, brave, protective and persistent.

I fell in love with the girl… not the girl hidden behind the Sub, but the girl with a strong inner goddess that liked to be tied up and fucked hard and… and I don't think she liked to be bossed around, the sensual little thing. I think the siren liked to rile me up and make me believe I was in charge as I tried my hardest to please her the way she liked best.

The way you like best.

Because you may be the worst Sub I've ever met—and be proud of it—but I always tried to be a good Dom to you: faithful, respectful, protective and rewarding.

And then I translated those qualities to be the best boyfriend I could ever be.

And now I hope it will all lead me to be the best husband I could ever be.

Because you may be the worst Sub I've ever met—and be proud of it—but you're an amazing girlfriend and I know you'll try your hardest to be the best wife you could ever be.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

That was our last look at Christian's head (there's a 5% chance I change my mind)

Recommendation of the day: Revelations and its sequel by LopendVuur