You Belong To Me

The dream he’d been having was of Kaley sucking him off. When he woke and found her sucking on his dick, it had taken every ounce of control not to shoot his load into her waiting mouth.

She drove him crazy all the time. He’d been unable to resist one night when his sister was out. Quinn had Kaley bent over the coffee table, taking his cock. He’d taken her without the condom and when it was over, he watched his cum spill from the lips of her sex. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.

He pulled out of his thoughts to watch his woman working.

Minutes passed as the last customer left the building. It was time for her to come home. He watched the lights go down and the staff start to make their way out of the building. Martha and Kaley were the last two to leave.

The moment she saw him, she danced toward him with a beaming smile on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“I missed you today.”

He held her tight. “I missed you as well.”

“What’s the matter? You look worried.”

Kaley was also the first woman to sense his mood change.

“Nothing. Can we go for a walk before we head back to the apartment?” There were a few things he wanted to talk to Kaley about before he asked her to marry him.

“Okay. You’re kind of scaring me, Quinn. You’re not having second thoughts about being with me, are you?”

He took her hand, tugging her close. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he covered her mouth with his, taking the kiss he’d been thinking about all day. “No. I’ve got no doubts when it comes to you.”

“I’ll see you two lovebirds soon,” Martha said.

Quinn waved toward the other woman, taking Kaley toward the park. She loved walking through the park, no matter the season. Fall would soon be upon them and it would be too dark to enjoy the view of the lake.

“How was work?”

“Fine. I couldn’t stop thinking about you or what you did to me this morning.”

He chuckled. That very morning, he showed her how hot sex in the shower could be. He’d trapped her between the corner of the wall and his body, driving into her hard, again without the use of a condom. It had been a couple of weeks since he last used a condom. She wasn’t on the pill. The risk of pregnancy increased each time he fucked her.

“There’s something I’ve got to tell you.”

“Tell me, Quinn. You’re scaring me a little.”

He stopped beside one of the oak trees in the park. “I lied to you.”

“Huh?”

“The week I came to live with you and Dorothy, I intended to get you used to my company. You weren’t helping me and so I broke into your computer.” He could have gone the rest of his life without her knowing. Quinn didn’t want to start the next stage of their life on lies.

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“You read my stories?” she asked.

Quinn nodded. Not only had he read her stories, but he’d also have known she used his name and birthday as a security code on her laptop. Her heart raced. Were the last few weeks a lie?

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I don’t know.”

“The man you’ve been. Is that real?” Had he changed for her? What was she to think or feel? The man in front of her still looked like the man she loved yet he was telling her he’d lied. None of it made any sense to her. What should she do with this information?

“I’m real. I was trying to be a different man for you before I read those stories. You were always so skittish around me. I wanted to stop that and I went looking for something that would let me know what you wanted in a man.”

“You invaded my life to be part of my life?”

“Yes. Fuck, Kaley. I’ve wanted you for long and I no longer wanted to want. I needed to have you. I’ve been in love with you for so long.” He took hold of her hand. She didn’t let him go. This couldn’t be happening.

Quinn wouldn’t hurt her. He’d not hurt her now.

He read my stories.

Frowning, she stared at him. Quinn had read her stories and yet he hadn’t run from her. Why? Her stories weren’t for the faint of heart. The men were dominant, not necessarily into whips and chains, but they took what they wanted. The women always desired them yet found some way to fight them.

“You’re not repulsed by what I write?”

“No. I thought you were very talented. You need to learn to share that talent with the world.” He got down on one knee before her, producing a velvet box.

“What are you doing?”

No, he couldn’t be proposing, could he?