Page 78 of Until I Own You

I don’t want Seth to even look at another sub ever again.

I want to be his sub forever.

I want him forever.

Tears slide down my face. Another strangled sound comes from the back of my throat.

His hand threads through my ponytail. He adjusts my chin onto my shoulder to look at him.

Seth’s intense expression has disappeared. He’s appraising me, calm and collected. “Can you give me a color, pet?”

I smile, though tears slide down my cheeks. “Green, Sir. A whole forest of it.”

He smiles. I get more of his smiles now that he is my Dom. I cherish each one of them.

“Such a good girl.” With a finger, he swipes away my tears. “So beautiful,” he whispers.

He sits me on his lap and holds me to him for a few moments, feeding me a square of chocolate and having me sip water.

I sigh and let my head rest on his shoulder. He’s got me, and I don’t have a care in the world right now.

A couple of minutes later, when my mind is fully back down to earth, he kisses my head. “Let me show you something.”

I let him get me up, take my hand, and guide me toward a full-length mirror on wheels in the corner of the room.

He stands behind my naked form, glides his hands down my arms. “Look.”

Seth turns me to one side, allowing me to catch sight of my ass in the reflection.

It is red with a couple of welts, but no torn skin and not a bruise in sight.

It’s beautiful.

I smile.

“Do you see how good you were?” He caresses his masterpiece.

I drop my head down.

“You have something to say, pet?”

“I wanted to be the best for you, Sir.”

Seth laughs, wraps an arm around me, and tucks his face next to mine.

I stare at our reflection in the mirror. How his tall, lean body fits around mine in such a beautiful way, like we were made for each other.

Is it possible Seth and I were fated from the start? Is that why neither of us have been able to give up on the idea of each other? Why we’re here now, hiding from plain sight, trying to give each other everything?

“Look at me,” Seth encourages.

My eyes meet his in the mirror.

“You are so good to me, Bridget,” he says in a calm, steady voice. “The point of training isn’t because you are not good enough. You are perfect as you are. Never doubt that.” He caresses my cheek. “The training is a way to be sure that you know how to place yourself correctly and how to act so that this is both the most pleasurable and the most safe for us at all times.”

I swallow. I know he feels that now. But this is all new. What if one day he wakes up and realizes I don’t live up to his expectations? What if Seth invests all his energy, all his time into me and I fail him? What if he regrets ever wanting me?

I’m not sure I could handle that. Because he is such a perfect Dom for me.

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