Page 72 of Until I Own You

It reminds me of our hours together in the Underground. All the times he whispered “good girl” in my ear.

The punishment…

Deserved punishment that made the pleasure so much better.

Should I follow his instructions tonight, we will move on to the next phase of our Dom and sub relationship.

That’s all I want.

However, my bones ache knowing we are stepping beyond that into something else too.

Intimacy. One we will never be able to recover from. Whether it ends with broken hearts or…

I pause the roll of thoughts.

Enough thinking.

I need the one thing that gets me out of my head, the one thing that lets me relinquish control of my life.

I need Seth.

Now.

The same as last time, when I arrive, Seth removes my coat, except this time, he presses a kiss to my cheek as he does so.

I’ve always seen cheek kisses as something chaste and innocent. Not when he does it.

Something to remember him by before the scene takes over.

Also different from last time is Seth’s immediate demand: “Strip, pet.”

I try to steady my breath.

Seth smirks.

I obey. Shoes, stockings, dress, bra, underwear.

He watches the entire time, stone-faced, not betraying any enjoyment or feeling in the action.

In a strange way, it makes me feel giddy. Not knowing all that makes Seth excited means that everything is a free for all.

I only need to be focused on his demands. His orders. I don’t have to worry about a thing because I know he’ll take care of all my needs. He’ll teach me all I need to learn.

And as he does, he learns me. My body. My reactions. He’ll be able to read me like a book.

Those blue eyes, which have always felt cold to me, now feel like warm beams of light despite their lack of expression.

If only behind closed doors, while we are in this room, I am the center of his universe.

And he is the center of mine.

I fold all my clothing nicely into a pile and place it in the chest at the end of the bed.

Seth stares at my naked form, then tilts his chin toward the chaise. “Before we begin, I’ve drawn up our new contract.”

I sit on the edge of the chaise, naked and proper, as if I’m at a formal dinner, my ankles crossed, back straight.

The new contract sits on the coffee table. We discussed my hard limits and the rules of our training before we left our first session, right here in this room, as if he hadn’t just taken me to heights I’d never experienced before.

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