“I’m open to suggestions,” Sophia smiles.
“You just like Daryl,” I accuse.
“Who doesn’t?” she exclaims and I answer with a sigh and a shake of my head.
During the commercial, I decide to make some popcorn and grab some drinks for us. As I enter the den, Sophia’s phone rings and she quickly grabs it to look at the screen. Hitting decline, the call is sent to voicemail and she quickly turns it off. I watch with suspicion that I’ve never felt toward her before.
What is going on?
“Who was that?” I ask as I sit down and share the popcorn bowl.
“My mother, again,” she says flatly. “I can’t deal with that tonight.”
“Maybe we should just go talk to them,” I offer.
She shakes her head and vehemently responds with, “No, Dom. I’m serious—I don’t trust them. She wants something—probably your money. That’s the only reason she ever calls me.”
“You don’t have to face this alone anymore, Sophia. I’m here with you and I will take the heavy burdens off your shoulders,” I assure her.
Sophia moves the popcorn bowl to the other side of her and swiftly swings her body around until she’s in my lap, straddling me. She caresses my face with her delicate hands before kissing me softly on the lips. When she pulls back to speak, her voice is soft and low, but full of so much emotion.
“I never really believed there were men like you. I always thought they only existed fairy tales and romance novels that have happily ever after endings. I’ve done nothing to deserve how well you treat me. There’s not much you wouldn’t do for me, is there?”
“No,” I answer plainly. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. There’s nothing I would deny her. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see her happy. “This is how it works,My Angel. Taking care of you is not only my responsibility. It ismy honor. I’m proud to do it, but I am also humbled by it.”
She nods her head and I know that she is seriously contemplating my words this time. They finally click with her and she understands this is not about control. It’s not about having the final word or being in charge of everything. “It’s a deep-rooted need in you that needs to be fulfilled for you to be truly happy, isn’t it?” she asks to clarify.
“Yes, but it’s also more than that. Letting me care for you and do only what’s good for you is a sign that you trust me. Your submission with your body is one thing, but submission with your mind and your free will is another. When you depend on me, it gives me another purpose in life. When your heart, your mind, and your body all belong to me, no one can ever break that bond,” I explain.
Sliding off the couch and onto her knees on the floor between my legs, she leans into me and lays her head on my chest. Her arms are wrapped around me and she squeezes me as hard as her arms will allow. I stroke her face and head, pushing her hair behind her ear and watching her lovingly.
“I give you all of me, Dom. My mind, my heart, and my body are yours. You’re in my thoughts nonstop, my heart is overflowing with love for you, and my body craves your touch. If anything had happened to you in that wreck, no other man would ever have me. No one else could ever take your place,” her words are steeped with emotion.
“If you say we should go talk to my family, I will do as you say. It would be wrong for me to not warn you, though. I can’t just let you walk into that viper’s nest without knowing how they are. Just consider that when I push back on anything regarding them,” her voice pleads.
“Sophia, part of taking care of you is listening to your needs and your fears. If being around your family bothers you so much, I won’t force it. Just know that when youdogo around them, you won’t be alone,” I promise her. “Now, my love, it’s been a long week and I’m ready for bed.”
Once we’re settled in bed for the night, I can’t contain my desire to have her just one more time. Rolling over on top of her, I use my knee to part her legs and make room for me to ease in between them. What starts out as a slow sensual kiss quickly turns heated and animalistic. Our tongues dance and caress, fueling our desires past the boiling point.
Reaching down and placing my hands behind her knees, I pull her legs up and slowly push into her. She moans in pleasure into my mouth and then tries to increase my pace. “Easy, baby,” I murmur against her lips, “Just relax and let me do all the work. I don’t want to hurt you.”
When she relaxes her body, I feel all of her muscles become lax at once and I slowly push fully into her. Withdrawing, I repeat my slow, sensual movements over and over again until our bodies are covered with beads of sweat. She wraps her arms under mine and curls her hands around to grip my shoulders. With each thrust, her fingernails dig deeper into my skin.
When she seductively whispers, “I’m ready for you, Dom,” I take my cue and put all of my might into the finale. She screams out my name and I growl into her ear, “You have me.”
