Page 50 of His to Keep
“I only have power because you give it to me…This entire experience is supposed to be based in trust. You trust me with your desire and I, in turn, trust that you’ll be honest with me.”
Those words, so different from the way I’d been treated up to that point, had struck a chord with me then. And they hit me again, now, just as powerfully.
And just like that, I understand. Keeping it in isn’t going to please him or make him proud. The only thing he’s ever asked of me is trust. And the only way we can trust each other is if we’re honest. Yes, Luke wants to push my limits, but he never would want me to go beyond them. And if we keep this up, that’s exactly what will happen. What would he think then? If I let him continue when everything in me is yelling to be done?
“Red,” I shout before his whip can touch me again. He immediately drops it on the floor, the leather handle hitting the tile with a soft thud. Then Luke is in front of me, lifting my chin, blocking out the other people, his face the only thing I can see. A multitude of emotions seem to flit across his expression. He’s out of breath from the exertion of our scene and maybe a little turned on. He also looks worried. But the strongest emotion I see on his face is pride.
“Good girl,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You did so well.” He places a kiss on my forehead, wiping away my tears. “Thank you for using your safe word,” he says against my temple. “Thank you for trusting me. I’m so proud of you.”
Relief and warmth sweep through me, softening the bite of pain. Just as I expected, the endorphins are kicking in, especially now that he’s standing here so close. I’m unaware of the other people or what he says to them to get them all to file out. All of my attention is on Luke as he continues to stroke my face and wipe away my tears.
“One second,” he whispers, and I want to yell at him not to leave but I’m still too lost in that hazy, dreamy sub space to get the words out. He’s back a moment later anyhow, behind me this time. “I turned the audio on,” he whispers in my ear. “They can see through the window. Is that okay with you?”
God, he’s so completely perfect. He sent the audience away but is still giving me the opportunity to enjoy my exhibition streak. Having them standing outside the closed door, even if they can see and hear us, provides enough distance for us both to be able to enjoy this.
“Show them,” I whisper, my voice ragged with desire. “Show them how you own me.”
He groans in my ear and I hear the hurried sound of him undoing his belt. He bands one arm across my middle to hold me steady, the other hand wrapping gently over my throat. He doesn’t bother undressing and thinking of our audience seeing him fully clothed while I alone am naked does something to me. Then he’s inside me, the force of his thrust making my ropes swing. His arm is the only thing keeping me steady.
“You’re mine,” he groans, thrusting deep once again. The knowledge that people outside can hear him sends my pleasure into overdrive. “You’re going to come on my cock, Rebecca. You’re going to show everyone what I do to my girl.”
“Yes,” I cry, turning myself over to the pleasure only he can give me. “Please, Master.”
“Such a filthy girl,” he mutters into my ear, knowing exactly what I need to send me over the top. His dirty talk has always been impossible for me to resist. “You like all those people seeing me own you, don’t you? You like them all knowing what a naughty, needy little thing you are. Show them, Rebecca. Show them who you belong to.”
That’s all it takes for me to shatter around him, yelling out his name with my release. He follows immediately behind, growling low and long into my ear while he comes inside me. It’s perfect—the feel of his arm holding me up, his big, warm body behind me, keeping me safe. The sensation of his hot release deep inside me, knowing he’s every bit as affected by me as I am by him.
“Rebecca,” he whispers in my ear, breathing still erratic as he begins to come down. “I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too,” I gasp, knowing there isn’t a doubt in my mind that the words are true. “I’m also mad at you right now.”
He stiffens slightly. “Was it too much? You didn’t safe word and I—”
“Not for that,” I tell him, laughing as tears fill my eyes. I had no idea I could even be this happy. “I’m mad because you told me you love me while I’m all tied up. I can’t even touch you!”
He chuckles into my ear. “I like you all tied up,” he says. “But I like you touching me even more. What do you say I get you down from there and we can go somewhere more private and do all the touching we want?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Once he has me freed and nestled snuggly in his arms, I wrap my arms around his neck and breath in the delicious, familiar smell of him. “You mean it?” he asks, looking down at me. “It wasn’t just the thrill of the moment?”
I shake my head. “I love you so much, Luke Davis. I’m so glad you won me that night.”
It turns out I was wrong—I do get to see his boyish grin one more time. “I love you, too, sweet girl. Let’s go home so I can show you how much.”
“You don’t need to show me,” I tell him. “I already know. You show me every single day.”
He presses his forehead into mine, breathing deep. “I’m going to keep showing you for the rest of our lives.”
The rest of our lives should probably sound like a silly promise. We haven’t been together long. Relationships end all the time. But somehow as I look into Luke’s now familiar brown eyes, shining with so much love for me, I believe it. We’re going to last forever. And I’m going to enjoy every minute.
The End