To liking receiving pain as much as I liked giving it—maybe more—but in different ways.
And he kicked me again.
Again.
A handful of times in the same spot and it hurt. It fucking hurt, and I knew it was bruised, and I cried out because receiving pain from Cory felt a lot like coming home.
“Yellow,” I sputtered, voice thick with tears that were so ready to fall from my eyes. “Yellow.”
The blindfold was off in a flash, and I blinked frantically against the brightness of the room. Cory had my face in his hands, his thumbs swiping tears as they fell, but instead of that look of worry on his face after the fisting, there was only pride.
“I love you,” he swore, crashing our mouths together in a blistering kiss that whited-out all the pain between my legs. “I love you. I…”
He paused but stayed there with me. Our faces so close all I could see was him. All I could smell, could taste, could ever want.
Him.
“I—”
“I want you to marry me,” Cory blurted, eyes going wide like he hadn’t meant to say it.
“I…what?”
He dropped one of his hands and dug his fingers into the bruises he’d just made on my thigh, the other hand still steady on my jaw.
“I want you to marry me,” he said again. “I?—”
“Yes.”
I didn’t care what other explanation or justification he was about to give me for the ask. There didn’t need to be a reason or a cause. He loved me. He was my world. And we were going to get married.
“Yes?” Cory blinked hard, blue eyes as wet with tears as I imagined my brown ones were.
He blinked again and they escaped, sliding like rain down his cheeks, and I licked them from his jaw, the crook of his nose, and the bow of his upper lip.
“Yes,” I told him.
He leaned back enough to scan my face as if he’d ever find a lie there, and he pressed his fingers yet again into my leg. I grimaced, grunting out an exhale from the pain.
“This is what you want?” he asked, and he could have been talking about the delicate band of purple striping up the inside of my thigh, or he could have been talking about my promise to spend the rest of our lives together. It didn’t much matter because both answers were the same.
“More than anything,” I said.
“I need to be inside you.”
His voice was hoarse, the look on his face shifting quickly into something darker than before. Cory always handled me with care, but I’d asked him to not. By saying yes to marrying him, I’d given him yet another piece of me and unlocked something more in him.
“Yes, please.”
“Go into the bedroom.” He tugged my arms down and pulled me to my feet. “Get the lube and get the bag with that big plug in it.”
“I want you,” I warned, “not that plug.”
He smiled at me, leading me down the hallway. My leg hurt and my dick bobbed against my stomach with every step, but even the threat of him stretching me with that massive toy was enough to ruin my mood. My entire body was alive, vibrating with excitement and the promise of anything I’d ever wanted.
In the bedroom, even though I didn’t want that plug anywhere near me, I got the bag and the lube as he’d asked and tossed them both onto the bed. Cory glanced at me, then opened the bag and reached inside. Instead of producing the toy, he came out with a ring box, lid open, and then it was him who went down to his knee.
Just one.
