Rock Hard

“No argument there,” Seth said, with a shrug.

“What?” Stephanie asked.

“Really?” I inquired.

“Yes. I broke lockdown because I needed to see… because well, I need to see you, Jonna, in a more general sense,” Seth explained. “I should have made things clearer before, particularly about Clara. She’s my ex. She has been since, like, the last millennium. She wants to get back together and she refuses to get the fucking message that I don’t. Especially after what happened to Luna.”

Seth got a look on his face that told me he was thinking that he shouldn’t have said that. His position in my life was precarious enough without bringing up another girlfriend.

“Who’s Luna?” Stephanie asked.

“The girl I was seeing after Clara,” Seth said. “Long after… we’re talking years. Anyway, Clara took it badly and managed to basically poison her at a dinner party we all ended up at.”

“Oh!” I gasped.

“That’s terrible,” Stephanie agreed.

“I got a restraining order and haven’t seen her for years, except for when she came walking into my house the other day. Probably because she’s been in and out of prison and house arrest, for violating the restraining order I filed against her.”

“Sounds like a real charmer,” Stephanie snarked.

“When you first meet her, sure, then the crazy comes out,” Seth admitted. “She’s back in prison now, but we managed to have a heart-to-heart before the cops showed up. I think she’ll leave me alone now. Really. She has no choice. Because she has the ankle monitor and I can alert the cops when she comes near me. But I truly think she’s done coming near me. I’ll make sure she won’t ever come near you, Jonna— near us— that’s for sure.”

I looked to Stephanie, as I had since I was a little girl. She gave one quick nod, but that was enough for me.

“Will you still be mine?” Seth asked. “Not just, you know—”

He looked towards Stephanie and I nodded, as if to let him know it was okay to talk freely in front of her, so he continued.

“Not just as my pet,” he said. “But as my love, too. I want to claim you, body and soul, because you have claimed my heart.”

“Yes,” I said, trying not to cry. “Yes, I’ll be your love in addition to being your pet.”

“Good, because I have something else to ask you,” he said.

Even Stephanie let her mouth hang open in surprise as Seth got down on one knee, right there in front of the building, and pulled a small box from his pocket.

This time it was definitely ring-sized.

And then he opened it and a huge diamond sparkled up at me.

“Jonna Morris, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I answered, much more emphatically, the tears starting to flow.

I could hear Stephanie pull away as Seth got to his feet and kissed me tenderly, reminding me why I loved him. Not that I could ever forget.

“Shall we go up to my apartment and celebrate?” I asked, pulling my mask back into position.

“Lead the way.”

Holding his hand, fearing he might slip away— back into my dream— if I let go, we took the elevator up to my floor, leaving Seth’s motorcycle where it was parked. It wasn’t like they were checking, anyway. Everyone was inside because of the lockdown. And we would be too, in a few minutes.

Walking carefully down the hallway, so that no one would know we were out, neither of us really needing one of my nosy neighbors to place a call to the authorities about us, we made it safe and sound into my apartment.

I considered wine, even sitting on the couch and chatting more, though really, after two days of no contact, there was really one thing I was interested in doing with my recently reunited soulmate.

“Take me,” I told Seth, almost begging him.

My pussy was dripping wet and aching for his big cock to be inside it.

“Are you sure?”

He asked this as I was already topless and working on taking off my jeans.

Yeah, I was pretty fucking sure about feeling him inside me right about now.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I said, kicking my jeans, along with my panties away.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m so hard for you. My cock wants to plunge into your tight little pussy hole again, and I want to devour it, after running my hands up and down your gorgeous curves.”

I got the collar out of my purse and, stark naked, gave it to him to put back on me properly.

“You kept it,” he remarked, sounding surprised.

“Of course I did, master, because it was a gift from you. I didn’t feel right wearing it with you gone. Please, make me yours again.”

Taking me by the shoulders, Seth turned me away from him, so that I was facing in the other direction. He then stroked his hand lovingly down the length of my arm and took one of the hair elastics from around my wrist.