I returned home that night feeling accomplished and even though I’d never be able to tell her what I’d done, I hoped that the punk would always remember that he never should have fucked with Hannah. If my snapping his arm like a twig saved other women from similar abuse, that would be the icing on the cake.

In my office, I printed out the photo I took of his broken arm and threw in into the file folder I created for Jake. I also kept true to my promise to create an alert that would let me know of any arrests as they happened. I meant what I said to him. If he was ever arrested for a domestic incident again, I would kill him. As a matter of fact, I would post his bond for him and be waiting when he exited the jail.

I took a quick shower and climbed into bed. Between everything Hannah had told me and my confrontation with Jake, I was exhausted. I was nearly asleep before my head even hit the pillow. For the second time since I bought Hannah, I had a vivid dream of Nikki and our life together.

We are on the rooftop patio of Club Prana in Tampa. I pulled some strings with some people I know to reserve the entire patio just for us.

It’s one year to the day that Nikki and I first met in the BDSM club and we’ve been virtually inseparable ever since.

“Happy anniversary Nikki,” I say to her, raising my glass as a toast.

“Happy anniversary baby,” she replies with a smile.

“This past year has easily been the happiest of my life. I know that I’m leaving tomorrow and we won’t see each other for a few months, but I just wanted to spend the evening letting you know how grateful I am to have found you.”

Nikki doesn’t say anything. Instead, she stands up, walks over to me, and wraps her arms around my neck as tightly as she can.

“Are you sure you have to go?” she asked, fighting back tears. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I know baby, but I can’t choose the missions. They send me where they need me.”

This particular mission is sending me to Russia, where we are seeing an increased activity in terrorism threats. The Russians are finding it difficult to seek out and identify the threats, so our expertise is needed to assist them.

While stationed in Russia, all I can think about is getting our mission over with so I can return to the states and be with Nikki. Being away from her has given me lots of time  to think and I realize she’s more than just my perfect submissive. She’s more than just the masochist to my sadist. She’s the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Before coming home, I learn that Russia is one of the world’s top diamond exporters. Through some of our connections, I am introduced to a jewelry expert who has options that you’d never see in a regular jewelry store.

Originally, the plan is to buy her a diamond engagement ring, but a one-of-a-kind ring catches my eye. Not only does it have an amazing, clear diamond, but the diamond is surrounded by emeralds. I have always told Nikki that her eyes reminded me of emeralds, so it only makes sense to buy her an engagement ring with emeralds to go along with the diamonds.

The minute my plane touches down in Florida, I jump in my car and drive as fast as I can. I literally can’t wait to get to her. I’m not proposing just yet. I want that to be special. I’m rushing to her because I need to feel her flesh and need to be reminded what it feels like to be inside her.

She greets me at the door and I kiss her hard and deep. There’s just as much want and desire in her kiss as there is in mine.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I order, catching her off guard that those are the first words I say to her in person after being gone for 90 days.

She doesn’t question me. She grins and leads the way.

Once inside the bedroom, I kiss her again and rip away at her clothes, not being able to get them off of her fast enough.

I remove my belt, grab her by the hair and bend her over the side of the bed. I spank with my belt over and over until her ass is a perfect shade of pink.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I whisper into her ear.

“Yes.”

“Beg me.  I want you to beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me!”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I grab a handful of her hair, wrap my belt around her neck and with one quick movement, I push myself into her. The half groan/half moan she makes when she feels me filling her is music to my ears.

Flattening her onto the bed, I straddle her legs and pound her pussy into the mattress while pulling back on my belt, lifting her head up. She tells me she always has the best orgasms when her breath is constricted and I’m about to blow her mind.

I pound into her as hard as I can. Looking down, I can see the white creamy residue from her multiple orgasms all over my cock. Finally, I can’t take it and need to unload inside of her. She can tell too.

“Come in me, Reed! I need to feel you inside of me!”

I’m usually the one giving the orders, but hearing those words send me over the edge. Grabbing her hair, I pump myself furiously in and out of her tight, wet hole until I fill her completely, my come spilling out of her around my cock.

The sex is easily the most intense sex we’ve ever had, even when we are doing bondage. There is something raw and passionate about it that makes me crave her even more.  We spend the remainder of the evening alternating between sleeping, eating, and fucking.

As much as I want her to stay in bed with me the next morning, she has to go to work. She has court cases all morning, but she promises that she’ll be back in the early afternoon.

Since she is going to be occupied, I use the morning to plan the perfect proposal. I jump on the phone and schedule dinner at Ocean Prime, a new upscale restaurant that she’s been dying to try. I go all out and order us a limo and flowers. I even go to the sex shop to buy us some new toys to celebrate with.

Coming in from the sex shop, her phone is ringing. Usually I’d answer it, but I’m in the zone so I just let her answering machine pick it up. My ears perk up when I hear the voice leaving a message.

“Hi Nikki, this is Kristy at Dr. Gordon’s office. We received your test results back today and wanted to touch base with you. Congratulations, your test came back positive. You’re pregnant!”