Chapter Fifteen
“Were you worried about me?”
Atticus weighs his response before giving it to me. “I wasn’t worried about your capabilities to take care of yourself,” he says. “After all, I trained you. But when you were out of hearing range, I was scared.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” I ask. We’re in the private pool in his building, swimming naked. It’s been two months since Elliot and his cohorts were arrested, and I’m just now at the point where I can talk about it.
“No,” he says. “It’s different. Worried is more general. You only get scared for people you love.”
“Atticus.” I smile softly.
“It’s true. I think I loved you the moment I saw your picture and video. You were so fucking beautiful… but it wasn’t just that. Saving you… it saved me.”
I press my naked body against his and wind my legs around his waist.
“Maybe we saved each other,” I say.
“Just think of the story we can tell our kids.”
I arch my brow. “We may be getting ahead of ourselves,” I say.
“I don’t think so.” He grins. “I’d love to put a baby in your belly.”
“And tell him what when he’s older? How you bought his mother?” I sigh. “I’ll always be ashamed of myself on some level, Atticus. How could I have been so naïve?”
“Everyone makes mistakes,” he says. “But in the end, you learned the difference between the bad and the good kind of slavery, right?
I touch the collar I wear around my neck. His collar. When we returned home, Atticus told me I was the one. He’d longed for a submissive of his own for years, but felt that his emotional baggage left him too tortured to be the kind of full-time master he longed to be. I agreed without hesitation.
I still call him Atticus when we’re alone, but at The Fort, he’s Master Noble. The culture of the club has grown on me. I find camaraderie with the more experienced submissives, who have helped me understand my true nature.
“So what do you say?” he asks, sliding his hand between our slick bodies to tease my clit.
“A baby would be nice,” I say. “But maybe in a year or so. I’m not ready to share you, not just yet.” I pause. “Besides, we have other work to do.”
He knows what I’m referring to. The arrest of Elliot and his two Dark Web contacts generated other leads. After Slave Market was taken down, similar sites sprang up in their place. Some are just as sophisticated, but many are run carelessly. Already, Atticus and his team—which now includes me—are in the process of bringing down three more operatives on the Dark Web.
“Fair enough,” he says. “Knocking you up is just something I can look forward to. Until then, I can just fuck you anytime, anywhere.”
“Now you’re talking,” I say.
“I haven’t fucked this in a while.” He reaches behind me and works his finger into my asshole.
“I know,” I say. “I’m starting to think you don’t like it anymore.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He lifts me bodily out of the pool and follows. Water is sluicing from his naked body and I lay back on the stone floor warmed by radiant heat. Atticus drops down to his knees, grabs my legs, and bends them back until my ankles are almost by my ears.
The first time he fucked my ass, I was face down on his bed. He told me it was like having me anew all over again, and the idea of losing another virginity had appealed to me. And he’d saved the experience for the night he collared me.
I’d seen couples engaging in anal sex in the club, but Atticus said he’d wanted our first time to be private, intimate. And in some ways, I was more ready for him to fuck my ass for the first time than I’d been for him to fuck my pussy. He’d been training me up to that point, inserting larger and larger plugs into my bottom as part of foreplay. As he did, he’d tell me in his low, sexy voice how he couldn’t wait to put his cock in me, how good it would feel for both of us, how he couldn’t wait until I submitted to him in this way.
That was the hook. Submission. It was a delicious experience, feeling him ease into me the first time, feeling the power of accommodating him. Looking at his huge cock, I still marvel that I can take it all. But I do. And I love it.
And I love it like this, on my back with him over me, spreading my legs wide as he fucks my ass. We’re always prepared, and he reaches for the lube I keep in my bag by the pool. Atticus grins down at me as he palms his cock with the lubricant before applying some to the inside and outside of my ass.
“Ready?” he asks.
“I’m always ready for you, Master Atticus,” I say.
He pushes against me, and my well-trained bottom is no match for the pressure of his cock in this position. The delicious feel of burning fullness courses through my body. He pushes into me steadily. I groan, reveling in being so thoroughly claimed.
I revel in the helplessness of this position. Even afterwards, I’m left feeling thoroughly claimed, completely possessed, by the man who came into my life in the most unusual way possible.
“You’re mine,” he tells me over and over, and when he says it I can’t help but remember that for whatever motive, this is the man who bought me, and who fought for me. I’m his. I’m his one and only.
Some couples at the club share, but not us. Atticus said he is greedy, and I like that. I like having him to myself. He may be my first, but if he is also my only, I know he will always be enough.
The End