Page 22 of His Prize
Keiran’s smile seemed to take over his whole face, his whole body. His hands around mine were tight and warm.
“I think we could be more than that,” he said. “Call me corny, but you feel like a puzzle piece that fits with mine, that fits with me.”
“Yes,” I breathed out heavily. “That’s exactly what it feels like. But I can’t explain it. I don’t know why. My whole life is in turmoil, but I’ve never felt as good as I did licking your feet. Is that weird?” I asked immediately. “Part of me feels like that’s weird and wrong.”
Keiran shook his head. “It’s not weird and wrong if it makes you feel good and calm.”
“It does,” I said, blinking over how thoroughly I felt like he understood. “I…I want to serve your needs. I know that sounds weird, too, and maybe it wouldn’t be all the time. I’ve got a life and a job to go back to—” and for the first time since the incident, I wanted to go back to that job and prove, once again, that I could do it, “—but I want you in it.”
Keiran laughed lightly. “You just want me in you,” he teased.
I laughed as well, feeling like the vibrating tension between us had broken. “Yes, master. Of course, master,” I teased right back, adding a wink. “I’m not going to suddenly not be kinky just because I’ve finally met an alpha I could see myself spending the rest of my life with.”
A second after the words left my mouth, I worried they were too much.
“I mean…I wasn’t saying…if it’s too much….”
“Shh,” Keiran calmed me, reaching to stroke the side of my face. “I feel it, too. You don’t have to hide those particular feelings.”
I smiled. How had the worst time in my life turned into the best thing that had ever happened to me?
“So….” I hesitated, but forced myself to go on. “So after we’re done playing here, can I see you again? Can I see you a lot?”
Keiran laughed. “Absolutely,” he said. “I’d love nothing more than to see you again. A lot.”
I let out a breath of so much relief I was surprised my bones didn’t dissolve. “It’s a date, then,” I said, smiling.
“It’s a date,” Keiran repeated, winking at me.
He let go of my hands and pushed his chair back. When he stood, he was right back in his cruel prince persona.
“Now get up, boy. I’m not done playing with you yet. I want to see that back and ass of yours red and striped from my cane, and then painted with my cum.”
“Yes, master,” I said, rising breathlessly from my chair and standing face to face with Keiran.
The two of us grinned at each other, and my heart felt light. His felt light as well. I could feel his soul as the first, fragile threads of what I was certain could become a strong, lifelong bond swirled and took hold between us.
I still had a lot of healing to do. I was certain I’d have rough moments again, especially when I headed back to work in a few weeks. But I’d found Keiran.
Something new had just begun between us, and I was certain it would last beyond a hot fantasy and into the rest of our lives.