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We didn’t have an easy journey. No rainbows and unicorns frolicked around us as we traveled together, hand in hand. Becky walked beside me, but I often ended up carrying her. Prompting her forward with gentle nudges. Tied her up when her mind got the best of her.
She agreed to go to counseling, and I sometimes went with her.
Slowly—so fucking slowly—she learned how to accept the choices of her past. Take life lessons from them. Some nights, dreams woke her. Others, I was the one jolted from sleep by memories I wished would remain buried. But we had each other to cling to. Loving arms to hold us, willing ears to listen, encouraging lips to help keep us grounded.
Becky had stayed with me, in my home, without discussion or even prompting. She never suggested she ought to live life on her own for a while. Chantelle, however, had, but I put my foot down. No way in hell would I allow Becky to leave my bed.
But my possessiveness ran on the side of protective and nurturing, not assholery.
Eventually, Chantelle stopped her meddling and allowed Becky and I space to grow together.
And grow, we did.
Elite became a thing of my past, and although my friendship with the guys didn’t waver and we still got together on the weekends for sports games, I looked forward to returning home to my sweet girl.
The first night I talked Becky into going to Chantelle’s club with me, we ended up in a private room where tears flowed. I’d had to string my love up to quiet her spirit, and as with every time I bound her, she settled and found clarity.
Eventually, Chantelle’s club became our favorite date place, and Becky’s confidence grew to the point she asked me to demonstrate to the club how beautiful bondage could be.
She stared up at me, her dark, clear eyes full of warmth and fervent love that made my chest ache. Hemp weaved around her wrists and torso, but she stood relaxed in her pale purple bikini rather than naked, her breaths even.
A corner of my lip curled at the gorgeous sight of her beauty, and I leaned down, unable to keep from brushing my mouth over hers. “So fucking proud of you, sweetness.”
Her radiant smile caused goose bumps to ripple over my flesh and sent blood rushing to my dick.
Uncaring my leathers didn’t hide what Becky did to me, I continued with the demonstration in Chantelle’s lounge, allowing the patrons a glimpse of what they could accomplish given enough time and practice.
I bound my love, intentionally touching her in spots that would hinder her from floating fully away to her favorite place. I also kept her arms free.
A simple rigging lifted her off the ground in a seated position but only high enough that when I dropped to my knees in front of her spread thighs, she rested at a level necessary for what I had planned. Most Doms would have bought her a collar, but I refused to ask Becky to wear what Stephen had demanded of her.
More than one gasping patron realized what I was doing before my lover did.
Slipping a ring from my front pocket, I took her left hand.
She blinked, realization dawning on her face. Eyes widening, she glanced from the ring between two of my fingers to my eyes. “Sir,” she croaked.
“You are the greatest gift a man could ever wish for,” I began, my voice unsteady, throat tight. “If God existed, I would declare she had me in mind while creating every perfect inch of you.”
Tears welled in Becky’s eyes, quickly spilling down her cheeks. Her breath hitched, jiggling her plump breasts.
“We’ve had one hell of a trip so far,” I continued, “and I wouldn’t want anyone else beside me. You’re my loyal cheerleader, the light in my darkness, the one I look forward to seeing at the end of a long day. Sweetly submissive with a backbone of steel born by heartache and trauma.”
My voice broke, and I swallowed hard as Becky cried silent tears.
“I often go all possessive in claiming you as mine, but the power belongs to you—it has always been yours. So here I am on my knees, showing every person here that you own my heart. My soul. This ring is no leash but a representation of unending love, and I’m asking you to wear it. Be mine forever. Walk alongside me through the rest of our lives.”
“Yes, Daniel,” Becky whispered my real name, and I blinked back tears.
“Sweetness,” I rasped out while sliding the ring onto her finger.
She grabbed hold of my face, and I lifted higher to give her my mouth.
While I wanted to bury my aching dick between her thighs, we hadn’t yet crossed the line of sharing that part of our relationship with the public. Neither of us got off on exhibitionism, but Becky trusted me with sending her into subspace in front of an audience. Especially since others learned how to do the same for their submissives.
I took my time untying my love, my heart full and my groin throbbing. Thankful as fuck Chantelle had been in on my plans, I couldn’t wait to escape to the private room she’d gifted me for the rest of the night.
The second I shut the door behind us, I took Becky in my arms and simply held her. Breathed in the sweet scent of her, soaking in the warmth of her exhales over my chest. Chin rested atop her head, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to simply exist with her. Appreciate every second she gifted me of her time and attention.