I’ve said it before, but tonight I need to show you just how much. I’ve been scared to death of what’s happening between us, and consequently I’ve held back. But now I know that’s stupid, and silly, and unnecessary. Tonight, I’m not holding back. Anything. Especially my trust in you.” Simon couldn’t breathe, he could only watch her as she spoke so seriously.
“Tonight I am your slave. I am giving you my love, my body, and most of all my trust. Whatever you tell me to do I will do. Whatever you tell me not to do I will not do. Whatever you choose to do to me I will accept gladly and willingly. Tonight, I exist only to please you, because I know that pleasing you will please me twice as much.”
She lowered her eyes and then gathered her courage to face him once more.
“Do you understand?”
Chapter 7
Eve wasn’t sure about the power of prayer, but this was one moment she wasn’t about to risk missing out on it.
She prayed.
Prayed that Simon would understand what she was trying to tell him, and prayed that he would respond in kind.
He was watching her, his hand resting possessively on her thigh, thinking over her words, perhaps, or formulating his response.
He was a careful man. That she knew. And he seldom let an unconsidered word pass his lips. So the silence in the room seemed heightened as she waited for his answer.
The candles flickered gently, and time itself could well have been standing still.
Her nipples were aching a little now, her knees were starting to pull, and she wanted nothing more than to touch her body to Simon’s. The urge to mate was dampening her thong, making her cunt throb with anticipation and sending a dryness to her throat.
She licked her lips and swallowed.
“You wish only to please me, tonight. Is that right?” His voice sounded rusty and hoarse.
“That’s correct.”
“Because you trust me.”
“Yes.”
“And you love me.”
“Oh yes.”
“And you’ll do anything I say?”
“Absolutely.” Please God don’t let him ask for anything too gross . Eve momentarily regretted some of the more offbeat Internet sites she’d visited.
“So if I told you I wanted your mouth on me?”
“I’d tell you to stand in front of me.”
She saw his cock jump at her words and grinned to herself. He’d always been a sucker for her sucking.
“And if I told you I wanted to turn those buttocks of yours rosy with a couple of whacks from Matilda?”
“I’d roll over and ask you where you wanted me.”
Simon swallowed some obstruction in his throat.
“And if I told you that you were to marry me?”
“I’d…” Eve stopped short as the meaning of his words made it through to her sexually clogged brain.
“Simon…” she breathed, hardly daring to look at him.
He stood, all gleaming leather and chest. Damn him, he’d even undone the top button of his pants. He knew she loved that, being able to see a little of his abdomen and be teased by the promise of more to come.
“If I tell you that you agree to marry me, right here, right now. Or I turn and walk out of this apartment and your life forever.”
“Forever?” she moaned.
“Forever.” Simon folded his arms across his chest and stared at her, as if daring her to live up to her promise.
“Then yes. I’ll marry you.” Eve gulped. “Whenever and wherever you want.” Simon choked out a gasp and reached for her. “Thank God.” He pulled her up onto her knees and crushed her adorned breasts to his naked chest.
“Thank God,” he groaned, rubbing his body over hers and pulling her hands up and away from them with the chain.
“Oh thank God, Eve,” he whispered.
His lips met hers in a kiss that promised eternity together. It was warm and loving and possessive and Eve sank into it with her heart and her soul.
Then it turned sensual.
His lips opened wide, devouring hers and his tongue thrust hungrily into her mouth, asking for no favors, simply demanding what he now knew was his.
She gave
“Tonight I am your slave. I am giving you my love, my body, and most of all my trust. Whatever you tell me to do I will do. Whatever you tell me not to do I will not do. Whatever you choose to do to me I will accept gladly and willingly. Tonight, I exist only to please you, because I know that pleasing you will please me twice as much.”
She lowered her eyes and then gathered her courage to face him once more.
“Do you understand?”
Chapter 7
Eve wasn’t sure about the power of prayer, but this was one moment she wasn’t about to risk missing out on it.
She prayed.
Prayed that Simon would understand what she was trying to tell him, and prayed that he would respond in kind.
He was watching her, his hand resting possessively on her thigh, thinking over her words, perhaps, or formulating his response.
He was a careful man. That she knew. And he seldom let an unconsidered word pass his lips. So the silence in the room seemed heightened as she waited for his answer.
The candles flickered gently, and time itself could well have been standing still.
Her nipples were aching a little now, her knees were starting to pull, and she wanted nothing more than to touch her body to Simon’s. The urge to mate was dampening her thong, making her cunt throb with anticipation and sending a dryness to her throat.
She licked her lips and swallowed.
“You wish only to please me, tonight. Is that right?” His voice sounded rusty and hoarse.
“That’s correct.”
“Because you trust me.”
“Yes.”
“And you love me.”
“Oh yes.”
“And you’ll do anything I say?”
“Absolutely.” Please God don’t let him ask for anything too gross . Eve momentarily regretted some of the more offbeat Internet sites she’d visited.
“So if I told you I wanted your mouth on me?”
“I’d tell you to stand in front of me.”
She saw his cock jump at her words and grinned to herself. He’d always been a sucker for her sucking.
“And if I told you I wanted to turn those buttocks of yours rosy with a couple of whacks from Matilda?”
“I’d roll over and ask you where you wanted me.”
Simon swallowed some obstruction in his throat.
“And if I told you that you were to marry me?”
“I’d…” Eve stopped short as the meaning of his words made it through to her sexually clogged brain.
“Simon…” she breathed, hardly daring to look at him.
He stood, all gleaming leather and chest. Damn him, he’d even undone the top button of his pants. He knew she loved that, being able to see a little of his abdomen and be teased by the promise of more to come.
“If I tell you that you agree to marry me, right here, right now. Or I turn and walk out of this apartment and your life forever.”
“Forever?” she moaned.
“Forever.” Simon folded his arms across his chest and stared at her, as if daring her to live up to her promise.
“Then yes. I’ll marry you.” Eve gulped. “Whenever and wherever you want.” Simon choked out a gasp and reached for her. “Thank God.” He pulled her up onto her knees and crushed her adorned breasts to his naked chest.
“Thank God,” he groaned, rubbing his body over hers and pulling her hands up and away from them with the chain.
“Oh thank God, Eve,” he whispered.
His lips met hers in a kiss that promised eternity together. It was warm and loving and possessive and Eve sank into it with her heart and her soul.
Then it turned sensual.
His lips opened wide, devouring hers and his tongue thrust hungrily into her mouth, asking for no favors, simply demanding what he now knew was his.
She gave
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