apart. Then, I whispered, “I’m yours, Shane. I’ve been yours from the start, after that first magical kiss.” And then, I sealed my promise with a kiss. It was as magical as the first one. Not because it was a possession. No, it was a surrender. It was an unspoken vow. He was my master, and I was his slave. For how long? I couldn’t say. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Maybe longer. Maybe not. But now I understood. I didn’t need to be afraid. Shane would never hurt me. I could trust him like I’d never trusted another man. In the dungeon, he would be my lover, my protector, my strength, my courage. But only if I turned myself over to him, mind and body.
When the kiss ended, he smiled. “Now, you deserve a reward.” His hand slid around to my back, cupping my bottom, and a shiver of desire quaked through me. I leaned into him, feeling his hard, hot need pressing against my stomach.
“Here? Again?” I asked, a secret thrill setting my heart racing.
“No, eat first. You’re going to need your strength. I have big plans for you tonight. Big plans.”
My body ignited as he angled past me, opened my car door and pulled my bag of vegetable lasagna out. “Yes, sir.” We walked hand in hand to his car. And minutes later, we were zooming through quiet streets toward his home, toward his dungeon.
My new playroom.
The End
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Under the Cover of the Moon (Cobblestone)