As I watch my cum fall out of her, I drag the little cone shaped toy through it, getting it as wet as I can for what comes next. “Relax your body, Ainsley. It’ll hurt a lot less if you don’t fight it.”
I watch as the muscles in her body release their tension, but she stays up on her knees. When I press the toy to the tight hole I haven’t had the chance to take yet, she tenses back up. I wait, watching her relax again, and slowly push it inside of her.
She groans at the sensation, which is much better than the cry I was expecting. She actually backs into it, taking it inside of her much quicker than I wanted to put it in. When the plug is completely seated inside of her, I push on her back, telling her to lie down.
“I’m not done, but I’m going to take the handcuffs off,” I tell her as I round the bed with the key in hand. As each wrist is released from the cuffs, she pulls her arms back, bending her elbows that were straight for too long.
I walk back around to my original position and grab my last tool off of the bed. “Sit up,” I instruct her. She does, sitting up on her knees again and raising her torso so her back is almost flush to my chest. “Remember the night I stole you away? We’re going to reenact a very specific part of that night.”
Her body stiffens as I trail a finger down her long, unmarked neck, but she has no fight left in her. Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into her neck. At the same time, I plunge the needle into the other side of her neck, pushing down until the contents of the vial are inside of her.
When I pull the needle out, I release her skin from my teeth and catch her as she falls back into me. “I hate you,” she breathes.
“You and me both, baby.”
I gather her in my arms and carry her out of the bedroom, taking her back to hers. She’s already falling asleep against me, and when she’s conscious, I know she won’t want to be next to me.
After I lay her in her old bed, I wrap her in the blankets and make sure she’s comfortable before leaving her. As I go to turn away from her, she grabs my hand, stopping me from leaving.
“Don’t go,” she begs me in her sleepy voice. Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss against her temple.
“If you decide you want to be around me when you wake up, we can talk about it then,” I whisper into her ear. She won’t, and I know that. No point in getting my hopes up.
Once I untangle my hand from hers, I turn around and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
The feeling of my arm being pulled away from my body wakes me up from a restless sleep, putting me on instant alert. But as I catch sight of the beautiful blonde climbing into my arms in the dark, I force myself to calm down.
“Ainsley?”
She pulls my arm around her as she rests her head against my chest, getting comfortable against me. “Shhh.”
I don’t even know if she’s awake right now, but if she’s choosing to be in my bed with me, I’m not going to fight her. Maybe she just woke up from one of her nightmares and knew I could help her sleep better, and I’m more than willing to play that role for her.
Sleep evades me for the rest of the night. Instead, I enjoy feeling her body close to mine, brushing my fingers through her soft hair. I hope I wasn’t too harsh on her tonight. It felt good in the moment, but the longer I think about it, the more I feel like she wasn’t ready for that yet.
Only time will tell. When she wakes up, she’ll either despise me and pack her bags, or we might finally start fresh.
As early morning light streams through the balcony door, I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out the last thing I wanted to use on her tonight. When I open the box, the light shines off the large diamond, reminding me how I felt when I first saw it.
After seeing her with that veil, all I could think about was how she would look with a white one resting on her head as she walked down the aisle to me. I walked straight to a jewelry store and picked out the most gorgeous ring I could find, needing something that would shine as brightly as she does. When I found this one, I knew it would be perfect for her.
Now? She’s changed so much since that day, this ring is no longer perfect for her. It’s still gorgeous, and it would still look amazing on her, but it won’t be the ring she wears for the rest of her life. When she’s ready to say yes to me, I’ll buy her a new ring. One that reflects us while still complimenting her beauty.
I still want to see this one on her, though. After pulling the ring out of the box, I place the box on the nightstand and carefully adjust myself so I can see her hand resting on my chest without waking her up. Gently, I push it onto her ring finger until it rests perfectly at the bottom of her finger. A perfect fit.
It looks right on her finger. Like she was always meant to wear my ring, which I know she was, even if she refuses to admit it.
She stirs as I study the ring on her finger. “Good morning,” I greet her, wanting to make sure she knows I’m with her before she fully wakes up and freaks out. That would definitely ruin my mood.
She hums in greeting as she stretches her arms above her head, wrapping her fingers together to get a deeper stretch. I watch her face as she feels the ring still sitting on her finger, and pulls her hand down to look at it.
She studies the ring as closely as I was, admiring the way it looks on her finger. “I said no,” she reminds me, but she doesn’t move to take the ring off.
“For now,” I acknowledge with as much confidence as I can muster. She rests her hand back on my chest and cuddles into my side, not ready to get up yet. “You came in here last night in your sleep. If you want to go back to your room, I’ll understand.”
I don’t want her to feel like she has to stay if she doesn’t want to. It would kill me to watch her go, but even I know I was too harsh on her last night.
“I wasn’t asleep,” she mumbles sleepily, completely taking me by surprise. Even after everything I did, she came back to me? My body relaxes, a weight lifted off my shoulders for the first time in days. She’s finally choosing me. “What did you inject me with this time?”