He wanted to marry her.
Was she dreaming? Was she delusional? And was he going to put her back in that belt?
He was lying on the bed naked. There was no chastity belt or plug or tickler in sight.
Thank God.
She stopped at the base of the bed, not knowing what he wanted from her. Uncertainty filled her.
“Joel?”
“Yes, sprite?”
“You really want to marry me?”
He opened his arms and she flew across the mattress to land on him.
“Aspen Lane, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you be the mother to my children, the two we have and any more that come along? Will you love me, cherish me, obey, and submit to me for the rest of our days?”
Tears dripped down her face. “Yes. I love you.”
“I love you too. Always. And if you ever have doubts you only have to remember this, you taught me that I am worthy of having a family. You did that. No one else. You and those boys make me want to be a better person, someone worthy of your love.”
“You are. I can’t believe you ever thought you weren’t. And just so you know, you are the only person who doesn’t believe you’re a good guy. I see that heart you try to hide, and so does everyone else who knows you.”
“Not everyone.” Something dark entered his eyes. Who’d taught him he wasn’t worthy of love? “I know not everyone approves of the fact I own a BDSM club and I haven’t really cared about that. But if they give you any problems, or the boys, I want you to tell me.”
She shook her head. “No one would dare.” Not and risk his wrath.
“You will tell me,” he said sternly.
“I will. I promise.”
He rolled her over. “I know you’re tired and that you need sleep, but I need you.”
“Then take me, Sir. I’m here for you.”
With a groan, he kissed her, ravaged her mouth, and slipped his tongue between her lips to play with hers. He nudged a leg between hers, pressing his thigh up against her mound. She ground herself against him. God, she needed him too.
He kissed his way down her chest, cupped her breasts and pushed them together so he could tease and kiss her nipples. “You are so beautiful. So giving. I was so proud of you tonight, I know that wasn’t easy.”
“I never thought I’d ever wear a chastity belt,” she said, running her hands through his hair.
He moved lower, kissing down her stomach. “I liked it. I might have you wear it whenever I’m working at the club. Then I’ll know you’re nice and ready for me when I have time to play.”
“I’m always ready for you,” she told him breathlessly as he reached her pussy. He had her legs spread and lay between them, spreading her lips wide.
“Your pussy is so pretty. And it smells so good.”
“Oh, hell. I can’t believe you just said that.”
“I could eat you all day and still want more.” He ran his finger along her folds. “Are you sore?”
“No, Sir.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me.”
“No, Sir. I promise. I’m not sore. If anything, I feel empty.”