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“Oh, you can start at home. Tonight. When you make love to me.”

“I’ll ask you to marry me when I’m having the best pleasure of my life.”

“Then you can ask me at that beautiful restaurant downtown. In front of everyone.”

“All right!”

“And then on that beach on your private island. Propose to me in that hammock.”

“How many times do I need to propose to you?”

Monique glanced at her, smirking. “Until I say yes.”

“Who the hell is the Domme in this relationship again?”

That was the point. Monique wanted her Domme to keep pursuing her until the end of their days. Oh, she would say yes, eventually. Probably on Helen’s second attempt, although she would encourage her to keep asking. After that? Monique would find ways to keep Helen chasing after her. She would always submit, but Helen had to work to keep her.

Finally, Helen started the car. “The things I do for you…”

Monique rubbed her arm. “Because you love me, Ms. Warner.”

Her face softened, and eventually, Helen relaxed in her seat. “That I do. Damn me for it.”

This time she was prepared for her kiss as it came for her. Monique wrapped her hand around Helen’s head, savoring every moment their lips touched. When Helen pulled away, she did so with another kiss to Monique’s hand.

“Yes, Helen,” she said, softly. “I’ll marry you.”

Her smile against Monique’s cheek was so pure that she had to laugh. “I didn’t think you could make me any happier, but you have.”

“I’m happy as well. Now please, take me away from this place. I want to go home.”

“Our home?”

“Indeed.”

They kissed one last time before returning to their seats. Helen pulled out of the driveway and cruised down the private road and back to the highway that would take them home. Not a new prison, but a home for Monique to roam and make hers.

With sweet people who wanted her to be comfortable.

And family, as strange as they could be.

And so many friends who respected her that she didn’t know who to invite first to a party.

And of course, love.

Euphoria bloomed throughout her body as Helen gassed the car down the highway, the wind whipping Monique in the face and caressing her body in a way only Helen knew how.

She rode to a better future, the past left in the dust behind her. For once, Monique didn’t have to brave what lay ahead alone. She could do as she pleased – outside of the bedroom, anyway.

It felt good to trust again. Monique touched the collar around her neck and felt a sense of security wash over her. She was her own woman but with the freedom to serve and submit to whomever she chose.

She chose Helen.

Hers was the type of domination she respected and felt most comfortable with. She treated Monique like a queen... a human being full of dreams and desires. No, Helen wasn’t perfect. She was a woman, a human like anyone else. For the faults Monique had seen so far, however, she was still confident that she couldbe happy with Helen.Moving in together… marriage… maybe children one day.The possibilities with Helen were endless. All Monique cared about was moving on and exploring this happiness at her fingertips.

Maybe she could heal after all.

THE END