Page 25 of Love Me

“I can’t get spanked right now,” I sobbed. “I can’t do anything. I can’t even have my breasts touched. I’m sorry, Owen. I can’t be your slave anymore.”

He laid down and pulled me into his arms, holding me close. I closed my eyes and let go. It felt good to be free of it, to not hold back anymore, to finally stop pretending that everything was okay. Owen stroked my hair, soothing me with his actions when words wouldn’t help.

After my breathing steadied and my sniffles had quieted, Owen turned my chin towards him.

“I like pushing your boundaries,” he said softly, “but boundaries change. I expect this. While I hope you’ll continue to explore those changes with me, all of these experiences are about you.” He paused, making sure our eyes were locked. “I am fulfilled when you are fulfilled.”

“Even if I can’t handle the pain?”

“Even if I never so much as spank you again, Riley Glass.”

It was strange to hear. Owen had bruised me, emotionally humiliated and manipulated me, all in the name of the sexual pleasure he derived from watching me reach my limit. To hear him say that he didn’t have to hurt me to get pleasure was almost unbelievable. But the look in his eyes that dared me to question him, told me that he was telling the truth. I had a feeling that I was the first person he was willing to do that for.

“You really do love me,” I said.

He smiled gently. “Yes, I really do love you, Riley,” he said.

“I love you, Owen,” I said. “I’m sorry I’m—”

He put a finger to my lips. “No more apologies.”

His lips traced down my body again, kissing and nibbling, licking and sucking, focusing on the places I could enjoy. I relaxed, sinking into the bed, feeling lightheaded. With Coco’s warnings, his past with Poppy, the Foundation demanding our separation, even with the pregnancy weighing on my mind, nearly suffocating me: admitting that I was in love with Owen lifted all of that, and made me forget everything for a while.

As he mounted me, I knew nothing mattered besides us. It wasn’t about orgasms or boundaries, or ex-girlfriends, or changed paths, or any of that; it was about love and trust. The love between us was stronger than anything either of us had ever known, and while it was terrifying to think of losing that, I knew I could trust Owen. I knew what we had was real.

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