“Hey, were you calling my name?”
“You could say that.”
“Oh.” She smiled. “I was hungry, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
I stepped further into the kitchen, enjoying the naked Juliet show for a minute. My cock strained against my slacks from the sight of her perfect pink pussy, still glistening from the night’s events. Her soft moans filled the room, making me think twice about the fact that I wanted to put her over my knee and tell her she was a very bad girl for leaving my bed without permission.
My dark impulsions seethed at me to make it right, show her that she was supposed to be obedient, and I was her master.
Deep down, I knew she felt and saw each and every moment of weakness, including now. That was how profound our connection was, which was all the more reason I needed to set the plan back into action.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
Even if I wanted to, I didn’t.
I would die before I ever let anything happen to her. Thinking about my life, I came to terms with the fact that Juliet was the first woman I ever truly, wholeheartedly was falling for.
She was made for me.
And maybe, just maybe, I was made for her too.
That realization alone nearly brought me to my knees.
I didn’t think twice about it as I stepped in front of her. Not giving a flying fuck what was right or wrong anymore, or what I had to do, I grabbed her bowl of cereal. Resisting the urge to laugh at the sight of her, with wide eyes, she peered at me. Ready to get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness if she needed to.
Whatever it took to please me, that much was clear and evident on her beautiful face.
In one fluid motion, I pulled her into my arms. Holding her close against my chest for a second, she froze, not expecting my abrupt gesture.
Despite wanting to punish her, I wanted her comfort more. Before I knew what I was saying, I breathed out, “You’re such a good girl for not trying to escape.”
She relaxed instantly in my arms before pulling away to hold my face in between her hands. I’d never allowed anyone to touch me, and more than that, to comfort me.
“Did you think I would leave you? Even after what happened between us tonight?”
I hid back a smile. “What happened tonight, pet?”
She blushed… her cheeks a rosy red. Reminding me of her luscious ass when I spanked her into submission. Memories from our encounters came flooding back, trying to find the calm to my storm. I wanted to tug that hair with my fist and pull her down across the floor just so I could look at her, just so I could see that wide-eyed lustful expression and know it was all for me.
With a stern and sincere expression on her face, she replied, “You made me yours.”
My chest tightened. This feeling. What was this feeling? My lips parted as I whispered back to her, “Pet, you’ve always been mine.”
“And tonight, you proved it,” she said immediately.
“To you?”
A slow nod.
“I see.”
“Do you?”
I arched an eyebrow, still holding her in my arms.
“Do you see me, Master? Do you see what you’ve done to me?”
I froze, unable to hide in the shadows anymore without her knowing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, mesmerized by her beauty, her nature, her fucking heart. The way she poured her heart and soul out to me like it was one of the easiest things to do. I’d never seen her look so breathtakingly stunning before.
She was glowing.
Radiant.
Dripping with sexuality and this confidence that was so addicting I wanted to taste it.
As if she had newborn skin, a new identity, for a moment, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. Like we were the only two people in the world. She was so full of life, so happy in her element, so content in her surroundings. The dark cloud I shadowed over her had been lifted, breaking free from the hold I was suffocating her in.
Did I do this? Did she? Or was it just the perfection of us together?
I leaned against the island, needing the support. I hung my head, my heart and mind raging war with each other. Wanting to take her back to my room and have my way with her, cherish her, show her how fucking crazy she made me.
I looked into her mesmerizing gaze, memorizing every last thing about her in this moment between us.
Everything I loved.
Everything I cared about.
Everything I needed…
Was right there in front of me.
In my embrace.
In my distress.
My home.
My hell.
She was heaven.
An angel.
For another first tonight.
For the first time in my life, I stared into her hopeful eyes…
And started to believe there was a God, and he’d sent her here for me.