I RUB MY TEMPLES AS I stare out over the water. My head feels like it’s going to explode.
I unleashed myself last night. I let the beast out of its cage and handed over control. To say I didn’t like it would be lying. I loved it, every second of it. From the moment I wrapped that belt around Ellie’s neck, I was a goner. I keep playing it over and over, the way she ran from me, the way she fought me, the tears she shed, the reddening of her smooth white ass and the plush feel of her soaking wet pussy. All reason and rationale flew out the window as soon as she knelt at my feet. She was so turned on. It was more than I could have ever asked for—to have my kitten back for just one night—but it is also the one thing that feeds my fear. It’s a serpent-like creature that burrows itself into the recesses of my subconscious. A gnawing worry that makes me regret last night ever happened. Because, in that dark black cavity, my one true terror lives—that Ellie is going to wake up and realize it was all a mistake. That she’s going to wash her hands of whatever it is we have and leave. I keep telling myself she isn’t my mother, but the nagging little voice in the background keeps reminding me that she left me once, she could do it again.
The thought nearly demolishes me. She really is the one person who can destroy me. She may kneel at my feet, but she holds all the power. I’m the slave. I always have been. I stare out into the blue-green abyss trying to picture my life without Ellie. It’s nearly impossible. I wasn’t living before her, and I could never live after her. My chest feels like it’s going to cave in. Why do I do this to myself? I let the worry and anxiety win. “I’m not going anywhere.” I replay her words over and over trying to reassure myself.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
She’s not going anywhere.
I suddenly feel a nudge against my leg, and it yanks me away from my worrisome thoughts. When I look down, I nearly fall back in my chair because Ellie is kneeling on the ground, wearing nothing but a collar and one of my white Ginny-tees.
“ELLIE, WHAT-WHAT ARE YOU doing?” I can barely speak.
She looks up at me with just her eyes, the green extra vibrant from the bright island sun.
“I wasn’t snooping, I swear.” She crawls up my legs to sit on my lap. “I wanted to wear one of your shirts, and I accidentally kicked over your suitcase. When it fell open, the tag caught my eye,” she says coiling into herself, a little insecure and a whole lot sexy.
“I didn’t bring it with any expectations,” I blurt out. “It just made me feel close to you.” I run my finger over the leather. It’s not exactly the same collar she wore when she was with me at Mansion—that one was snapped in two—but this one is close. Thick black leather with large rhinestones adjacent to three D-rings and a light pink satin interior. Just feminine enough with a bit of bondage edge.
“It makes me feel close to you, too.”
“You don’t have to wear it.” Although, now that she has it on, I never want her to take it off.
“I want to wear it.”
“Why?”
She shrugs shyly. “Do you really have to ask?”
I search Ellie’s face for any kind of reluctance or inkling of uncertainty. But there’s none, only sincere eyes and a sultry expression.
“Say it.” Say the words I have been dying to hear.
Ellie leans forward and slides her hands up the back of my neck and into my hair. “I love you. I have always loved you. Even when I hated you, I loved you. And I love you even more now.”
My chest feels like it’s going to explode. Those three words unlock something deep inside me.
“Say it again.” I grab onto Ellie’s bare ass. She’s naked under my shirt.
“I love you,” she says again, and I slam my lips against hers. Of all the emotions Ellie’s made me feel—this moment, right now, is the most potent. I’m aerating with so much happiness I almost feel stoned, like I smoked straight elation.
“Don’t stop saying it,” I mumble against her mouth as I shoot up, Ellie wrapping her legs around my waist for support. “I want to hear you say it while I make you come.” I walk straight into the bedroom while driving my tongue deep into her mouth. She moans loudly and my erection hardens into a stiff peak. I flip Ellie onto the mattress, and she lands on her back with a firm bounce. I shrug off my basketball shorts and climb onto the bed. “Lift your shirt up,” I order as I crawl over her. With wide eyes, she immediately pulls the soft white material up to her chin exposing her completely naked form to me. My cock pulses with anticipation. It already knows how good she feels, how soft, warm and wet, and all for me.
“Open your legs, wide,” I direct as I grab her wrists and pin her down. Panting heavily, she obeys, dropping her knees as far as they can go.
Good girl.
“Say it, Ellie.” I rub my throbbing cock against her entrance.
“I love you,” she breathes, her eyes fixated on mine.
“Again.”
“I love you.”
I thrust into her as deeply as I can. “Oh!” She closes her eyes and strains.
“That’s not what I want to hear.” I pull back and drive in deeply again.
“Look at me, Ellie. Look at me and say it,” I snap.
Ellie’s eyes fly open, and then with clipped breaths, she repeats the words. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” Her voice elevates, and her face tightens as I keep a painfully slow tempo with my hips, brushing my pelvis over her swollen clit until she’s struggling beneath me.
“Kayne, please,” she begs as her pussy clamps down around me. “Faster, harder. Please,” she expels.
Ellie begging does it to me every time.
“Tell me again, baby. Tell me while I make you come.” My voice is unrecognizable as my body unleashes. I no longer have control as I pound into her, her breasts bouncing and tag jingling on her collar. Fuck, she really is completely mine.
“Oh God, I love you!” she cries out trying to fight against me, trying to find an outlet for her orgasm, only to realize it’s being forced between her legs. Her fists clench in my hands and her body quakes as her climax rockets through her.
The hot rush of her arousal washes over me like lava and I come without any warning and absolutely no control. It’s pure instinct, primal and primitive. Our hips fasten together as I bury my cock as deep inside her as it can possibly go, as if my body wants to become one with hers.
Once the sensations subside, the only thing that’s left of us is labored breathing and warm fluids.
I look down at Ellie and for the first time, I see my life with clarity, in bright shining color. “Marry me.” The words just fall straight from my lips, and I mean them with everything I am, everything I have.
“What?” Ellie’s eyes pop open.
With a quick tug, I pull her up and place her on my lap. “Marry me,” I say again. I never planned to propose, at least not this soon, so her shock is as genuine as mine. “Stay with me, Ellie. Wear my ring and my collar. Become my family, make me whole.”
Ellie stares at me speechless, and I wonder if I’ve pushed her too far. Her silence is deafening. I prepare for a ‘no,’ for ‘it’s too soon’ or ‘I need to think about it.’ My manhood shrivels. Stupid idiot.
“Yes,” she finally speaks.
“What?” My eyes widen to the point my eyelids nearly rip off.
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she repeats, for my sake I’m sure. “I’ll wear your ring and your collar. I’ll make you whole.”
It may not have been a perfect proposal, but that was definitely the perfect response.
I lay Ellie on the bed and nestle myself between her legs. “It’s my turn to tell you how much I love you.” I nudge my semierect cock against her slick entrance.
She smiles up at me. “You can tell me as many times as you want.” She rocks her hips, inviting me inside her.
“That could take a lifetime.” I slide easily into her.
Ellie wraps her arms and legs around me. “We have an entire one to share.”
I love the sound of that.