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“Amen to that,” agreed Rusty, lost in Janice’s gorgeous eyes.

With the world around them fading away, Rusty leaned in, pressing his lips against Janice's in a passionate and tender kiss. It was a kiss that seemed to encompass all the love, trust, and hope that had blossomed between them, and when they finally pulled away, Rusty knew that this time, nothing would tear them apart.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Janice

Janice’s entire body washumming with anticipation as she and Rusty rode down from the hilltop. They secured their horses for the night without saying a word. Right now, no words were needed. They both knew what was about to happen between them.

The walk to Rusty's cabin felt like a dream, every footstep a step closer to the intimate connection they were about to share.

Rusty opened the door to his cabin. The warm glow of the fire greeted them, and Janice's breath hitched with excitement. She could feel the stress and self-doubt that had been suffocating her begin to dissipate, replaced by a newfound confidence.

Rusty led her into a dimly lit room at the back of his cabin, adorned with plush pillows and soft restraints. He lit some candles held securely in place in lanterns on the walls.

Janice's eyes widened as she took in the scene, her pulse quickening at the thought of what would unfold.

“This used to be my spare room,” said Rusty. “Thought I’d make it into a small version of the Maple Cabin.”

Janice felt a heat rise through her, thinking back to the sexy time they had shared at the Maple Cabin.

“I love it,” she whispered. “Our own little Maple Room.”

Rusty smiled and took her by the hand.

"Janice," Rusty began, his voice gentle yet firm, "you've been through a lot recently, and I want you to know that you haven't done anything wrong. Not at all. But sometimes, letting go of control can be healing." He paused, searching her eyes for any signs of hesitation. "If you're into the idea, I'd like to help you release some tension. I know that you’ve come a long way since you arrived here, and we’ve reached a good place in our relationship this evening, but that doesn’t mean we rest on our laurels. There’s always more contentment to be found, more ways to let go, more happiness to be had. You understand?”

Janice smiled. “You want me to be as blissful as it’s possible to be, right, Rusty?”

Rusty chuckled. “Right. We have a lot to let go of, Janice, and our healing starts now.”

“This will be healing for you, too?”

“Absolutely, darlin’. For too long, I haven’t had enough confidence in myself to stand up to your father. To fight for what I believed in. But now, I’m strong enough. Stronger than ever, in fact. And being your Dom, guiding you into a place of happy submission, will feel good for both of us. More than good. Do you trust me?”

Janice nodded. “This is our therapy.”

“Exactly,” replied Rusty. “It’s time we started being true to ourselves. Acting like the Dom and sub we really are. No fear. No shame. Just pure pleasure.”

Janice shivered. “I’m very, very into it, Rusty.”

“Good,” said Rusty, taking her hand. “Then let’s get down to it, babygirl.”

A mix of emotions swirled within Janice: nerves, desire, and above all, trust. She knew that Rusty would take care of her, that he understood her needs better than anyone else. With a nod and a small, hopeful smile, she replied, “I’m ready, Daddy.”

Rusty’s eyes reflected the love and care he held for her. "Just remember, you can always use your safeword if you need to. We're in this together."

Rusty stepped closer, his strong hands reaching for the buttons of her shirt. As he slowly undressed her, Janice felt exposed yet safe under his watchful gaze.

"Beautiful," Rusty whispered, his fingers brushing against her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. “You’re so precious, Janice.”

Catching her breath, Janice knew this was where she belonged—in the loving embrace of the man who understood her like no other. She could feel the weight of her father's disapproval and the years of self-doubt melting away, replaced by the warmth of Rusty's touch.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Rusty asked, concern etched on his face.

Janice smiled, nodding. "Perfect, Rusty."

"Good," he said, his eyes softening. "Now hold out your wrists for me, please."

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