Page 43 of His Obsession

“Elise, do you accept this collar which I am offering you?”

“Yes sir,” I say without hesitation

“Do you vow to have faith in our intertwined destinies as guided by Lady Fortuna?” Lucian asks.

“Yes sir. I vow to have faith in the destiny guided by Lady Fortuna.”

“Do you vow to gift me with your subservience without hesitation for as long as we shall live?” he asks.

“Yes. I vow to remain subservient without hesitation.”

“Do you vow to serve me for the remainder of our days?” he asks.

“Yes. I vow to serve you with loyalty, unhindered devotion, and honesty.”

“Do you understand that you will forever be my priority to guide, care for, and love?” he asks.

“Yes. I understand that I will forever be your priority.”

“This bracelet, with winding grape vines and a wheel of fortune, is a symbol of our faith to Lady Fortuna and Bacchus to guide us to our destiny and to give us strength to continue on our journey as one. This is a promise that I will stand before you as your leader and beside you as your partner for the rest of my days. Do you accept?” he asks.

“Yes, sir. I accept,” I say.

Lucian places a silver bracelet around my wrist before locking it in place. He gently kisses my hand before looking back at me. “Please stand with me so that I may continue,” he says. When I stand, he guides me to the altar. He then lifts me to lay me across the altar and presents a silver ceremonial knife adorned with more winding grape vines and a wheel on its handle. He carefully cuts my sheer gown to open the front. He takes a second to set up his items before cleansing my chest. My heart is pounding in my chest because I know this is going to hurt, but I have faith that he will guide me through the pain.

He will be tattooing a ship’s wheel with grape vines winding through the spokes and his initials, LV, between my breasts on my sternum. The ink will be emerald green, like his eyes. The combination will serve as a brand, labeling Lucian as my owner.Carol, as my Guardian, will be giving Lucian the same tattoo in the same location, only with my new initials, EV, will be in the center. This will symbolize not only his faith and devotion to me, but Carol’s faith in him to always help guide me where destiny is meant to take us.

“Ready?” Lucian asks me softly.

“Yes sir,” I reply with a shaky voice.

“Slow breaths in through the nose and out through the mouth,” he instructs. “Breathe with me, Elise.”

I slow my breathing and close my eyes as our breaths synchronize. When he touches the needle to my skin, I whimper in pain, but I keep my breathing even and remain still. By focusing on keeping our breaths in perfect synchrony, it allows me to slip into a meditative state. By taking his time, he is showing me that although he owns me in its entirety and I am expected to be subservient, he has the capability of restraint and to care for my mind, body, and soul.

When he finishes, he sits back to inspect his work before Carol steps up. He pulls his robe off and we are now both nude. Lucian helps me sit up so that I may watch him receive his tattoo. We hold hands and keep our eyes locked as he is tattooed. Occasionally, he squeezes my hands and smiles softly, and I always squeeze back to communicate that I am still breathing with him.

Lucian pulls me off the table and takes my gown off so that he can drape it across the altar. He turns me to face our peoplebefore bending me over the altar so that I am resting on my elbows. Without warning, he grabs my hips and slams deep into my pussy, making me cry out. He instantly finds a rhythm that is near violent as he fucks me. He fists my hair and pulls me back to reveal my tattoo to everyone watching.

“Mine,” he growls as he tightens his grip. “All mine.”

I get lost in the feeling and by the time we come together, I am weak. He puts his robe on before scooping me up to take me home. I am completely out of it by the time he lays me on the bed and takes his time caring for both of our tattoos. Once appropriately covered and I’ve taken my medication, we lie on the bed facing one another.

“Am I moving in here?” I ask.

“Yes, ma’am. Is that okay?” he asks.

“Yes. Just curious about what will happen to my house.”

“You can sell it,” he says. “Once we get everything sorted and everything is gone through, we can handle that.”

“I’d like to donate everything to families in need,” I say. “When I sell, I’d like to give a portion that helps fund foster children to go to college and start a life out of the system.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” he says. “Pick where you want to donate, and I will match whatever you give.”

“That is kind of you.”

“Everyone deserves a chance in life. Sometimes five dollars and a bag of clothes can make the difference in survival,” he says. “Sleep now, Elise. I’m right here.”

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