My heart races in my chest and I drop the keys onto the ground.
Lilly.
She regains control and drives slower up the drive. I swear to God if she kills herself finding her way back to me, I’ll never forgive her.
I leave the keys where they are as small specks of snow float down from the sky and Lilly parks her car in the driveway. She looks up through the windshield, hesitation clear on her face, and that gorgeous vulnerability shining in her doe eyes.
My flower.
I try not to assume that she’s come for me. That once again we desire the same. A harsh lump forms in my throat, the spikes threatening to suffocate me. My hands clench and unclench in the chill of the air starts to affect me.
I ignore all of it, walking to her driver door and opening it. She looks up at me warily as I offer her my hand. Please don’t deny me, my flower. Be here for me. Please.
Her hand feels so small, so warm in mine. I’ve always known we were different, but I’ve grown to love how she compliments me. She brings out a side to me that I don’t want to lose.
We share look, I’m not sure what mine reflects to her, but her’s undeniably sends a chill through my body. She’s looking at me as though she doesn’t know what I’m thinking. I’ve seen it on her face a dozen times or more.
She should know what she means to me. And the fact that she doesn’t makes me nervous. I’m not a man who likes to be nervous. It’s not a comfortable feeling.
My hand splays on the small of her back, but I’m quick to pull her in close, wrapping my arm around her waist and holding her small body into mine as I lead her inside.
When I peek down at her, lowering myself to the ground to pick up my keys that are now freezing and coated with a thin layer of snow, I see a small smile on her lips. Nothing in my life has made me feel better. She makes me feel secure and wanted. I’ll never let her go. Never. When you find someone who makes you feel like this, there’s no reason to ever give her a reason to walk away.
She shivers in the doorway as I unlock the door, opening it and allowing the warmth of my home to spread through us both. Her heels click in the foyer as she continues walking without me. I close the door with my back to her, taking a deep breath. She came back to me. I can’t let her leave. I close my eyes at that thought, realizing that’s not what she needs. I need to give her a reason to stay of her own free will. I can’t keep her here, but knowing that she’s come here has to mean something.
I turn slowly to face her, her ankles cross slightly and she sways, standing there in the middle of the open doorway, her hands clasped and her coat hanging in the crook of her arm. She looks just as nervous as I feel. The sight of her reminds me of the first day I had her here. The same uncertainty, and just like before I know I’ll soothe her worries. If only she let me.
“I want you to stay for another month,” I offer her, my voice echoes off the empty walls, walking to her and standing just inches in front of her. Technically our contract isn’t over yet, Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. But I want to bind her with the contract if I can. I don’t want the days to pass and have no claim to her.
“Just a month?” she asks a look flashing in her eyes. I like hearing the words “yes sir” from her lips. But this may be even better.
“You want more, my flower?” I hope she says yes. Whatever she tells me she wants I’ll give her. I just need her to tell me.
I finally feel like I have a reason to live. And a future to look forward to with Lilly. I can give her whatever she needs. Whatever she asks for, I would happily provide her with. I’m sure she’s realized that by now. Without her with me, I was clinging to the past just to feel. I don’t want that anymore. I want her; all of her.
“I care for you Lilly,” I stare into her eyes as I tell her, for the first time I think in my entire life making my feelings known for someone else. I feel vulnerable in this moment, she looks back at me not answering. She could reject me. It would crush me if she did.
My thumb rubs along her cheek as I cup her chin in my hand. Her hands, gently wrapping around my wrists as she leans into my touch. Her eyes closing and the look of pure happiness on her face. It soothes the worry in me, but still I need her to tell me that she feels the same. I know the way we started wasn’t what she wanted. It was a game of fools thinking we each knew what we wanted, when we knew nothing. But now I know. And I’m ready to fight for her.
“You can say you love me. I know you do.” Lilly says teasingly.
Finally opening her pale blue eyes, looking straight into my soul. The look in her eyes doesn’t match the tone of her voice. She needs me to tell her. I’m not sure if I’d recognize the emotion love. It’s not something I grew up with, nothing I’ve ever felt before. But there’s something different between the two of us. Something that drew me to her that first day. And something that fuels me to move mountains to be with her. To never let her go.
“I love you, Lilly.” My lips brush against hers as I whisper the words. It must be love. “I love you.”
“I love you, Sir.”
Her wrists are bound by the thin rope, the end looped over the cast-iron loop above the headboard. She’s bound to my bed where she belongs. Her movements are easy. The only reason the ropes are even there is to prevent her from spearing her fingers in my hair, as I continue to lick between her legs. Her arousal is so sweet, so delicious. And all mine.
I crawl up her body, kissing my way as I go. Her thighs wrap around my shoulder and then down my sides to my waist. I’ve given her as much control as she can manage for this session. No holding still. No asking permission. All she has to do is feel and react.… Although I did bind her wrists… she’s greedy.
My fingers wrapped around her throat as I settle my hips between her thighs spreading her even more. My hard dick nestles between her sweet pussy. I kiss her lips with a passion I feel. I’m grateful for every moment with her. I’ll never let her go. I need her too much.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask her.
“You say, only you.” I love how lust coats her voice.
“Only me for always.” I tell her before slamming into her, all the way to the hilt, capturing her cries of pleasure with my lips. The headboard knocks against the wall with each hard thrust. It only fuels me to take a harder.
She is my one and only. And I’m hers.
Epilogue
Lilly
“Not this bullshit again!” I slam the book that I’m reading, Don’t Stop, shut with a frustrated growl. How in the hell did I manage to find another book that pisses me off so much that I want to throw it across the room? After I took every precaution to make sure I didn’t?
This one was even worse than the last. The hero and heroine, Ada and Randy, made it through so many trials and tribulations that I was rooting for them like crazy towards the end.
I got really excited, turning the pages with baited breath. And it looked like their path was on its way to glory, only to find out that Ada was hiding a secret baby from Randy. A baby that was sure to cause major scandal between their families. The book cut off right there.
Ugh. It makes me so mad!