“You’re right, sir,” I murmured. “I… I wanted to give myself to someone.”
“Say it, angel. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m yours.”
I still meant it when I said those words. I was his. But still, despite the realization that I liked being a victim to him, liked being his captive, I was starting to slip. Starting to worry again. Recently something in my mind had been shifting, stirring, my thoughts rearranging themselves in a way which was almost imperceptible. I still needed something else, something more. Something to keep me here for good.
As if he could read my mind, Alex leaned down and whispered in my ear. “It’s just you, Celeste.”
“What do you mean, sir?” I murmured.
“There have been other women in my life. To fuck, to give me companionship. But never like you. Never anyone I kept. I promise. It’s only you.”
“Really, sir?” I said breathlessly.
He nodded. “Really.”
As messed up as it was—though I suppose I went far beyond that point a long time ago—hearing that I was the only girl he’d ever taken made me feel special. Powerful.
It seemed counterintuitive to feel that way when I was his captive, and therefore not in any position of control, but I felt like that all the same. Out of every other woman in the world, he’d chosen me, and there was some element of me which made him do that. I had something no one else could give him, and it was the one way in which I had power here. Being his first and his only.
“Later on tonight, I’d like to sleep with you. In your bed, all night. Would you like that?” Alex tenderly ran his fingers up and down my spine as he spoke, and then he punctuated his words with a kiss on my neck. Sugary thrills burst through my system.
Yes.Finally, he was giving me what I’d silently begged for all these days. This was it; the exact thing I’d been missing. It was what I craved, what I needed. This intimacy and closeness to the man I’d chosen to remain with.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, feeling the tension drain from my shoulders. “Thank you, sir....”