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  My whole being hummed with unadulterated conviction. I knew I could make her the best version she’d ever been. If only she’d let me.

  The increasing thrusts had her moaning again. I knew I was trying to convince her through every means possible. Whether that be pleasure, pain, just being there in the hardest moment of her life, it was imperative I put in my all. One hundred percent. It may have been hard, but it was nothing more than an investment in the woman I planned to stay with for the rest of my days. After this was all over, my girl would be content. Stable and strong for us.

  I locked my arms around her chest, using one of my hands to dip down past her collar. As my fingertips ran over my mark, I felt myself explode into amazing pieces. Wave after wave of my release shot deep inside of her. With each one, I crushed her tighter to me, holding on for dear life. For our lives. Together.

  Chapter 11

  Anne

  When Michael and I were together, we were in an element all our own. I couldn’t imagine two people more perfectly made for each other when it came to such darkness. He was powerful beyond comprehension. The aura radiating from him had me terrified, yet thrilled beyond my wildest dreams.

  As he circled around my tied up, kneeling frame, I could feel how much he wanted to hurt me. Watched as each graceful step became slower, more calculated. With as many times as we’d done this, I knew he was devising a plan to make it to where we both got exactly what we needed.

  The black suit, shirt, and tie he wore only accentuated his dominance. Light reflected off his expensive silver watch as he brought his hand up to his mouth and curled it in into a fist. I stared, fascinated by how sexy and dangerous he looked in all black.

  His hand locking over my nose and mouth had ripped me from a deep sleep. I’d awakened instantly, fighting his grip, swinging my arms and kicking my legs, even though on some subconscious level I had known it was him. The sexy red lingerie I’d worn especially to entice him was torn from my body, jerking and pulling against me even as I continued to resist. Anger had been the first reaction. I had wanted to surprise him. Turn him on. But, at his impatience, I found myself more aroused than ever.

  My nude frame was spun around to lie on my stomach. Rope burned into my arms, the hemp sliding just above my elbows and working its way down until it stopped at my wrists. Had I thought he was done? Michael was only getting started.

  A leather collar attached to a metal chain was fastened around my neck. With a tug, he guided me to my feet, leading me to the living area doused in candlelight. The flicker of flames seemed to come alive at my entrance, swaying and casting shadows to dance across the walls. Dance. Yes. I had a feeling the light wouldn’t be the only thing erotically moving in its own heat source. My skin would be on fire before the night was over, just like those tiny blazes that were glowing so brightly around me.

  “Kneel,” he’d said, so deeply that my heart raced. I’d obeyed, if not a bit awkwardly. My knees hit the floor hard and I swayed, barely able to right myself. Michael unhooked the leash and stepped back, surveying me. I stared straight ahead, feeling a chill sweep across my skin, no matter how hot I was.

  “Tonight’s going to be different than the rest.” The dark suit came more into view and I kept my eyes forward as he continued. “I’m going to show you what makes us great, Anne. We’re going to go further than we ever have before, and that chaos you have deep inside is going to be silenced once and for all. You’ll come to see you have nothing to fear concerning who you are or what we share.”

  The suit came into my direct line of vision and I kept my eyes level with his thighs as he walked forward.

  “How, you might wonder?”

  I had wanted to ask, but knew better. How would going further than what we’d already done help me? Wouldn’t it scare me even more?

  “I’ll tell you how.” His hand gripped my jaw and he brought my face up until my eyes met his. “Those cravings you have are about to be sated. For us to be perfect for each other, we have to be compatible on all levels. You think you’ve been weak. I say you’re stronger than you know, and you’re about to see just how much.”

  The darkness of his eyes pulled me in and I believed him.

  “Now, don’t move.” He looked down and pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. I closed my eyes, relishing in the pleasure. His touch disappeared for the briefest moment and pain flared. My body’s initial reaction was to jerk back, but I fought it by squeezing my fists and crying out. The need to look down outweighed everything. With one of his hands holding onto my face, it was impossible.

  “Time for the other one. Brace yourself, baby. You’re going to feel this real good.”

  Tears came to my eyes as I sucked in air. I knew he’d put nipple clamps on me. He’d never done it before, but he’d mentioned it in our past talks.

  “Fuck, yes,” he breathed out.

  The need to squirm, to take them off, had my arms pulling against the rope.

  “I think I told you not to move.” Michael grabbed both of my shoulders, lifting me to my feet. “What happens when you don’t listen?”

  “I get punished.” I paused, looking at the chain that linked them. “But, it hurts.” Which surprised the hell out of me. I could take pain against my skin, yet this was a different kind I hadn’t experienced before and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.

  The edge of his mouth lifted. “Does it now? Wait until I take them off. That’s when it hurts the most.”

  Slowly, he walked backwards, only stopping when he got to the entertainment center. His eyes never left mine as he reached and grabbed the crop from the shelf. Although uncomfortable, my mind drifted from the clamps and focused on what I longed for. My pussy instantly became wet.

  “There’s my girl,” he whispered. “I see she’s ready to play.”

  I licked my lips. God, yes. I needed it after the day I’d had. My mind was on the verge of submitting completely to Michael. What he spoke of in the alley had hit me square in the chest. He wasn’t going anywhere. Somehow, I knew that. He’d stick this out with me for better or worse. I knew he would, but it wasn’t him I was worried about. It was myself. He said he could make me better. Help me accept who I was. It was time to see if that was true.

  “Spread your legs.”

  The leather end of the crop slapped my outer thigh hard as he spoke. The chain swayed as I separated my legs and I moaned at the sensations. Pleasure and pain. Maybe these weren’t so bad after all.

  Slowly, his hand lifted, bring the leather to trace over each nipple. My breath hitched and I wasn’t sure whether to moan or cry. The intensity left my brain scrambling for how to react. Good? Bad? A little of both. Again, he teased each one, tapping against the chain with just enough pressure to leave me lost, once more, on how to feel.

  Michael looked down at his watch. Something I noticed he kept doing, but he went right back to work on me. Tapping started over my lower stomach and almost felt like they seared my skin by the time it reached my hip. Without a word, he stopped and reached forward, unclamping my nipples. As the blood rushed back, I made a sound at the ache that began to take over.

  “It’s going to hurt a little, but in a few minutes,” he teased them again, “you’re going to fucking love it. Now, back on your knees. I want your ass in the air and your head on the floor.”

  The dull throb that was pulsing in my hard tips only increased as I obeyed, lowering just like he’d ordered me to. A steady tempo tapped across my ass, intensifying my awareness. The pain was my salvation and I rose higher, only causing him to connect harder.

  “Who’s got you, doll?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  “And who’s going to save you from yourself?”

  A shiver trailed down my spine and my pussy drew up at his words. “You, Sir.”

  “That’s right.” Whack!

  My fingers clenched and my lungs burned at the amount of air I sucked in. Never had he used the crop so hard. The heat that poured from
the point of contact had been as hot as fire for the first few seconds. What sounded like a growl came from my lips, but was interrupted by a sob.

  Michael’s hand messaged into my flesh. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I wish you could see what I do right now.” He leaned down, brushing his lips over the welts. At his fingers easing up my slit, I held still, trying my best to reign in the urgency to have him push inside.

  “You’re doing so well.” He leaned back and slapped against my ass just as one of his digits entered me. I clenched around him, feeling myself tremble. He hadn’t been lying. This time was different. I felt so much more sensitive and aware of ever little touch. Caress. Whether it had anything to do with the nipple clamps or the shear force he was using that made it differ, I wasn’t sure.

  Whack! Whack! Whack! His hand connected with the other side, rapidly, and another sob left me.

  “Release it, Anne. Let this fear you have of who you are out. Bask in what I give you. It’s all for you. Only for you.” He leaned over, pushing the curls back from my face. “I love you. God, I do. Love yourself. Love what we share. It’s who we are.”

  Tears blinded me even more at his words. I wanted this. I knew I did. So, why was I letting our relationship be affected by the views of other people? Normal or not, this was who we were. It was where I was the happiest. I deserved that after the life I’d had. Money or not, I hadn’t indulged in a pampered life. I’d busted my ass for the things I had.

  Michael stood and the crop connected over and over, seeming to slap against every inch of skin that was visible to him. Sounds poured from my mouth as I felt myself slip into my zone. The one where my mind begged for more. Except, this time, I found myself not having the lacking feeling I always dreaded. Each strike flirted with being too much, but never was. Comfort settled over me like a security blanket and, still, I cried, but I’d never felt more complete.

  The black suit fell to the floor before me and his nude framed walked up, scooping me into his arms. Soft kisses were placed over the sides of my wet face as he carried me to the bed. The rope was undone and I was pulled on top to straddle his waist. The act had me surprised. My eyes lifted to his.

  “Fuck me however you want, baby. You deserve it” Michael’s hand cupped my breast and I gasped at the tingling in my tender nipples. My slit moved against the underside of his cock and I rocked against it, feeling myself glide down his length with how wet I was. He moaned, driving me on. As his finger traced over the M on my chest, my eyes went to the A on his. Yes…this was right.

  I lifted, letting him become buried inside of me, inch by slow inch.

  “Jesus.” His hand reached out to my hips, squeezing while I rode him at the slowest pace I could manage. With every shift of my hips, I watched him become even more tense. I knew his patience had to be wearing thin. Michael never gave up control. Not for a second. Yet, here he was, handing me the power, even if briefly. My heart melted. He loved me. I knew it was more than words when he said it, but the little things like this proved it.

  I moaned, reaching and sinking my nails in his chest as I increased my speed. My breasts bounced and he reached back up, letting one fill his palm.

  “Sir,” I moaned, not sure how much longer I could go without coming. I was so wound up that I was hanging on by a thread.

  The hand on my hip slowed me down, making me grind more against him. Lines began to etch his brow and he bit his lip. I knew my control was at the end. A smile came to my face and I watched his expression fade as I dug my nails in so hard, blood pooled beneath them.

  He hissed and I was slammed on my back, his hand coming to my throat, just above the collar. Still, I smiled. The side of his mouth lifted and I could tell he knew I was giving him back what he needed. His lips crushed into mine and he pushed into my pussy, deep. The grip on my neck tightened as he continued to massage his tongue with mine.

  “I want you,” he whispered. “All of you. Give me yourself, baby. Give me your heart and your mind. Every single piece.”

  I gasped for air as he let go. Spasms immediately took over. My screams echoed off the walls while he slammed into me repeatedly. His palm covered my mouth and I turned my head back and forth, fighting his need to muffle what I wanted the world to hear. I didn’t care anymore. I was done worrying what others thought. My sole purpose now was for the one I knew I was meant for, and he liked me to be loud and fight.

  I reached up and gripped his wrist, trying to get his hand away. The action had him becoming even rougher. I was flipped on my stomach, only for him to enter me just as fast. Squeaking from the bed filled the room, but I barely heard it over the small sounds that left his mouth.

  “Say I’ve made you better. I need to hear you say it.” Such pain filled his whispered plea that I ached from what I’d put him through. Whether he was truly wanting an answer was beyond me, but I kept quiet. Not ready to give in just yet.

  The thrusts slowed, but with them I felt his cock growing thicker, ready to fill me with cum. One of his hands wrapped around my chest while the other slid under my stomach and reached down to rub my clit. He pushed in deep, the growth on his face rubbing into my cheek as he got closer.

  “You’re going to come now.” The movements over the sensitive bud between my legs combined with the fullness of his length did it for me. I cried out, rotating my hips to add more pressure. Michael’s arm tightened around my chest and he breathed out my name as his cum shot deep. It was so monumental for me. This night. His words.

  A few seconds went by as we came down. He rolled me over, wrapping me in his embrace, and I listened to his rapid pulse. It only beat for me. That was beyond clear. It was time to get myself together and let mine do the same.

  ****

  With each step, my hips swayed just a little more. For four days I let my decision sink in, making sure it was exactly what I wanted. I knew it was, but I wasn’t ever going to allow insecurities to affect my judgment again. So, I used my days to walk and think, and Michael didn’t say a word. Well, except for at night. He always showed up then, giving me exactly the assurance I needed. Convincing me even more that it was okay to be who I longed to be.

  This day was like the past few. I strolled the city with him trailing behind. I may not have seen him very often, but he was there, just in the distance. Watching my every move.

  The streets were somewhat free of traffic and luckily the sidewalks were too. The businesses that lined the road varied from restaurants to little clothing boutiques. A flower shop was just ahead and a smile came to my face as I slowed, noticing the white roses in the case just inside. Each morning before I left, I found one just outside of my door. I almost viewed it as Michael’s way of saying he was waiting for me, ready to begin my daily ritual of analyzing every single detail. I knew I loved him. Knew I couldn’t live without him. Knew at some point I was going to go home. I just wasn’t sure when. Maybe I was having too much fun with him following me around. From that sexy smile he’d given me earlier, it sure appeared he was enjoying himself, too. If for a second I thought he’d had enough of my contemplating our relationship and was ready to throw in the towel, I’d have forced myself to go back home. Made myself work it out there. But, Michael liked the thrill just as much as me. He got off on forcing me into tight situations. Whether it was alleys, restaurant restrooms, he was always slipping in, touching and teasing me, just to disappear again.

  A woman wearing black pants and a white shirt sat in the chair outside the flower shop’s door. Her short brown hair stuck out from under the hat she wore with the business’s logo on the front. I glanced at her and then walked inside, buying one of the single white roses.

  I paid and walked back outside. As I approached the lady, I glanced around, not seeing him anywhere.

  “Hello, I’m wondering if you can do me a favor?”

  A smile came to her face, although she did appear uncertain at my request. “What’s that?” she asked.

  Again, I scanned the sidewalk and surroundin
g area. Flowers of almost every shade surrounded me, but didn’t really hinder my view.

  “There’s going to be a man who will walk past you in a few minutes.” A flash of what Michael was wearing projected into my mind and I couldn’t help but grin at the damn smile I’d seen on his face earlier. “He’s wearing a black shirt with a grey zip up sweatshirt over it. When he comes by, can you tell him that Anne said she loves him?”

  The woman’s expression softened and her lips pulled back, exposing her teeth. “Absolutely. Just to make sure. Black shirt, grey zip-up sweat shirt? What color is his hair, just in case?”

  I laughed. “Black hair, brown eyes. So handsome you’ll do a double take. You won’t miss him.”

  “Well, I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Thank you.” I began to walk again, my spirits at an all-time high. Finally, I was getting better. Feeling stronger. So I liked pain. A lot of it. Michael assured me that it didn’t make me sick or disturbed like I’d always viewed. It was natural for some people. I just happened to be one of those masochists, as he liked to refer to them. Okay…I could accept that. But, the scary part was continuing to feed my addiction.

  “I want you to try to imagine something for me,” Michael had said. “Let’s say we both miraculously managed to change our ways and form a vanilla relationship. How do you think that would be?”

  It’d been almost laughable for me to picture. Michael, vanilla. No way. He’d be absolutely miserable if he had to chain up his beast again. I knew how hard it’d been for him to isolate himself those two years. For him to have to manage that with me, knowing how much I liked what he gave me, we’d both go crazy.

  “We wouldn’t work if that was the case. I think we’d end up biting each other’s heads off because we’d crave to unleash on each other. It’d tear us apart.”