Page 228 of Brainwashed

Breathless, hearts flying, hands linked. This is my favorite time with my man.

These walks between the trees. For a brief moment, I can forget the reality of the situation and feel free. Follow the guide of my pulse and the strength of the man tugging me along. The man who owns me.

I belong to you, Lemuel Love.

We reach the garden just as it begins to rain, walking in between the marble wall, the crumbling stone crawling with vines while large droplets of water fall around us. Lem pushes me into a flurry of Dahlias, trapping me with his hips.

I gaze up at him, and him down at me, the smell of him, the rain and the flowers getting me high.

“I want to brush your sweet skin with these petals,” he hums, lifting my shirt with his fingers. He plucks a flower off the stem, then runs it along the line of my pants, beneath my navel.

“Pick some and we can put them in the bath later,” I whisper, shivering from the feeling of soft petals on my sensitive flesh.

Plucking one myself, I graze it along his shoulder. The yellow looks fantastic against his dark complexion.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pushing his mouth up to mine to kiss me insistently. Hungrily soft. It’s his standard, and I couldn’t possibly love it more.

“You’re so gorgeous it’s insane,” I hum, and he rumbles a laugh into me. “Seriously… I bet that patient of yours had ahugecrush on you.”

He pulls back to scold me with his eyes. He thinks it’s intimidating, but really, it just makes my dick hard. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m serious, baby.” I arch up to him. “Are you sure you never hooked up with him? Even a little…”

His lips form an elated grin. “Your jealousy turns my dick to stone, monster boy.”

I try to pout through my smirk, but it isn’t working. “Lemuel… I only want you to be mine forever.” My smile sort of fades as I huff. “I’m praying you won’t wake up in six months, or six years, wanting vagina again.” He chuckles, and I trace his lips with the flower. “I’m being serious. Am I just a phase?”

He takes my face in his hands. “You are not a phase, Felix Darcey. You’re an act of God. You’re theonlyperson I want to be with… Forever.”

A soft moan leaves me. “Don’t toy with me.”

“I’m not.” He holds me to his strapping body. “I may have been with a lot of women before I met you, but you hypnotized me, Felix. Maybe I didn’t expect any of this. Of course I didn’t, but that doesn’t change how sickeningly, manically, stupidly in love I am with you.”

My blood is on fire as I attach myself to him, wanting to just carve out a spot inside him and live there. I want to be apartof him. I’ve never wanted to physically sew myself to someone else like this before.

Dash’s words from earlier come into my mind…

With storm clouds above our heads, raindrops and flower petals on our skin, I whisper, “Marry me.”

He stills briefly. Then I feel him quavering as his lips dance all over my face. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Carver.”

I whimper. “I’m hypnotized too, baby. I’m in a dream with you, and I never want to wake up.”

“You’re brainwashed.” He grins over my lips.

I nod. “I knew you’d do it to me, before I even met you.”

He lets out a content sigh. “Are you telling me what you really want, Felix? Or what you think I want to hear…”

I stick the yellow flower behind his ear. “Lem, I would rather be a monster in chains with you than free and living in a world where I don’t get to touch you whenever I want. I’m here, just like you are. We’re here together, and if I’m brainwashed, then so be it. I’m happy to let you possess my mind, and my heart, and my body… Only if you’re okay owning my evil.”

His amber eyes gleam like embers as he falls onto one knee before me. “Felix Darcey…The Carver.” He grins and I giggle. “Will you live in this daze with me forever… and marry me, baby?”

The breeze turns to violent winds as my pulse skips for this man. I bite my lip and nod. “Yes,” dropping to my knees to kiss him wickedly.

And we’re so lost in one another, we don’t notice the lightning strike until thunder rumbles beneath us.

The End…