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Today, I want to find out if we’re a good fit.” I was nervous all over again. “And if we’re not ... does that mean we can’t see each other anymore, or just that we can’t enter into a BDSM relationship specifically?” Harrison gently took my glass and set it down, then faced me fully and held my hands. “It means whatever we want it to mean, Briella. I’ve waited a decade for you. If you think I’m letting you go because your kinks aren’t my kinks and mine aren’t yours, you’re delirious. Tell me you understand.”
What happened in the elevator happened because we thought we were dying, but we’re not dying anymore, kitten. It’s time to live.”
“What were you thinking about?” “Your sister. How’s she doing by the way?” I smirked, completely unashamed with my bisexuality while also loving how uncomfortable it made him. Grant scoffed. “Nice, Bri. Real professional.”
“No panties, Bri? Beautiful little slut. Were you wet for me down there in your office?”
I’m edging for you too today, so just the tip.”
“And you’re still on board with the endgame we discussed, right? I make my good girl come until she falls asleep then breed her sleeping body?” “Fuck yes,” I gasped, because that question had no right being so hot. “Breed her deep please.”
I wanted her to wake up on her own with my come dripping down her thighs and reminding her that she belonged to me, that she was mine, and to know that she couldn’t escape me even in sleep.
“I see something that’s mine,” he continued. “Mine to break, mine to fix, mine to love. Mine to bruise and kiss and praise and degrade and own.”
“Because you’re mine, kitten. I told you in that elevator that no one would ever touch you again, and I meant it,”
“I love the way your glasses fog up when I use your throat ... I love how you’re never afraid to test your boundaries, and I love the fact that you fucking belong to me.”
He saw me for who I was, he saw me and he still wanted me, and not one part of me was complaining. I belonged to him.
I don’t want to touch anyone but you, Harrison. I want to touch you all the time ... even at work when you have your angry face on.”
“Puns are less funny when you look mad, you know.”
I can do this for her, I can be this for her. Thou shall not kill, thou shall not gouge someone’s eyes out for looking at her, thou shall not ... fuck it. I’ll do what the moment demands.
“Who are you today, Briella? My beautiful, strong, good girl ... or are you a bad little slut who deserves to be used?” That was a tricky one. I loved being his slut he could use, but I loved being his good girl more than anything. “Can I be both? Your beautiful, strong slut?”
“So beautiful, Briella. My good girl isn’t allowed to have a bad day, so cheer up and take care of yourself until I can take care of you tonight.”
I still wanted to smash his face into the glass. It’s ... hard for me not to retaliate, though I respect your ability to fight your own battles and defend your own honor. I’m being a good boy.”
I love how light it makes me feel, like I don’t have to be Briella Lewis, paralegal who fought tooth and nail for everything in her life. I can just breathe. You take all the weight off my shoulders, and you call me a good girl for it. I love everything about being a sub. Everything about being yours to break and make new, because every time you put me back together, I feel stronger than before.”
She wasn’t just a queen, she was a goddess, my own personal gift from whatever Heaven favored bastards like me ... and if it was within my power at all, I’d never let her forget that. Not ever.
I really don’t spoil you. I treat you exactly the same way that every man should treat their partner, especially when their partner is such a good girl.”
I think we’re more on the same page than we ever thought we would be. I loved vanilla sex with you, Harrison.”
