Under me, her hips start moving, but she can’t get any traction because my legs are outside hers. I shift position so my left thigh is pressing between hers, and she starts grinding.
“When I get home,” I continue, “I bend you over our bed and take a paddle to that gorgeous ass of yours. When I slid my fingers between your legs, you’rewet and soooo fucking horny for me.”
Her eyes have gone glassy and she’s whimpering. I’m probably going to have a wet spot on my jeans.
Yay!
“When I pull my fingers out, I make you suck them clean and then I take the butt plug out of your ass and fuck you there while I stuff a dildo in your pussy and use a vibrator on your clit. I don’t come, at first. I hold it back and wait until I’ve madeyou come over and over again. Only then do I finish fucking you.”
When her moan starts, I slant my lips over hers and kiss her, swallowing every sweet sound she makes as she comes all over my jeans, until she exhausts herself and is lying there, limp, sated, and staring up at me with wonder.
I release her wrists and sit up. “And that’s not even my darkest fantasy,” I admit. “That’s just a Tuesday.”
She sits up and kisses me, her arms sliding around me and holding me tightly. “Sounds like heaven to me, Sir.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can sit on them. “Marry me,” I whisper. “Please? After you graduate. You don’t even have to tell anyone yet, if you don’t want to. Butpleasemarry me. I love you. I knew I was in love with you the first week we were dating.”
I think I’ve fuckedup, that I’ve ruined it. That she’s going to get up, get dressed, and walk out, leaving me with a hard-on and a fridge full of groceries.
But she smiles. “If you break my heart, Casey will kill you,” she says.
I nod. “If I break your heart, I’d probably want her to.”
She still studies me. “Secret engagement, for now,” she says. “If we’re still together when you graduate next year, then we announceit.”
I nod, maybe too eagerly. “Yeah. Yes, Okay!”
“Meanwhile,” she says, a sweetly evil grin painted across her face, “you do your worst and we decide if we can live like that…Sir.” Her smile fades. “You don’t control my career. That’s all me. Or if we have kids or not. For finances, we’re equals, unless I ask you to take charge of something.”
I nod, too dumbfounded in this moment to trustmyself to speak again.
“And my parents are religious,” she says. “I used to be, but I’m…evolving. I’m an atheist now, but I need to pretend around my family so they don’t disown me. Okay?”
I nod again.
“And you need to try to be friends with Casey. Even if she ends up hating you. Don’t you ever try to come between us. I’ll walk away if you do.”
More nodding from me.
She drapes her arms aroundmy neck. “In the bedroom, and when it’s just the two of us, I’ll be happy to be Sir’s obedient girl.”
I kiss her, because, honestly? I’m still…stupidly happy and not trusting myself to not say something really fucking dumb that will jinx this.
“Now what?” I hoarsely manage a few minutes later.
She reaches up and cups the back of my neck, plays with my hair. “Now, Sir,” she says, “I want youto flip me over and fuck my brains out.”
By the time we fall asleep that night with her spooned in my arms, I know whatever I have to do to marry her, I’ll do it. I’ll move mountains. I’ll crawl over broken glass.
I’ll somehow win over her prickly bestie who makes a cactus feel like smooth glass.
It takes me less than a week to hardly ever need her guidance on how to make her climax. She’spromised to never fake it with me, and I’ve promised to always listen to her.
I buy her a necklace and the next Friday, when I take her out to dinner, I put it on her in the car before we go inside. A day collar.
A necklace she wore until the day she died, and which I still have in her jewelry box, along with her wedding rings.
After I collar her, I grab her hair and make her blow me rightthere in the parking lot.
