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“I… Going?” Tears streamed down her face then, the lump in my throat growing painful indeed.
“You silly girl.” I pulled her against me. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Her eyes flew wide, and she looked up at me. “You… you mean it? After all this shit?”
“Do you mean it? Don’t you understand what you’re throwing away? No money, no nothing.”
Her brow arched, the look one of genuine puzzlement. “What do you mean? All I care about is you. All I care about…is my husband! I’d haveeverything. As long as I still have you.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I whispered. “Come here, pretty girl.”
Then she leapt into my arms, her arms hugging me tight, her legs, two-hundred-dollar slacks and all, wrapped about my waist.
I pulled her head back, to look upon her. “Eva, you silly, stupid girl.” I kissed her then, savagely, deeply, until we were both short of breath. “You always had me. Always.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “And you always will.”
“Nick… I love you so much. I’m so sorry!” She began to cry. “I’ve screwed…somuch up. Will you ever…forgive me?”
I smiled down at her despite her tears. “There’s nothing to forgive, Eva. I love you too. As long as we have each other… that’s all that matters. It’s all that’s ever mattered to me.”
Then I turned and took her into the house. Our house. Where she belonged. Where we both belonged.
For good.
Chapter 20
Eva
I’d gotten surprisingly acclimated to kneeling.
From my perch on the overstuffed tan pillow—where Nick liked to make me wait for him while he was working in the office—I watched him. I was, as I’d been since approximately five minutes after Nick had brought me back inside the house, naked as the day I was born.
I hadn’t even been allowed shoes. It had been a week, and he and I had barely seen the sunshine.
The collar itched at my neck, but there was little I could do about that, with my wrists locked behind my back. He’d told me to get used to it, as he preferred them that way as they offered my breasts to best effect—and he liked that it increased my feelings of vulnerability, being rendered helpless in that way.
He wasn’t wrong about that either, loathe though I was to acknowledge he’d been right about that.
The collar was a play collar he’d procured for use as a temporary placeholder. He promised a proper locking steel collar had already been ordered for me. There was much still to discuss on that front, and I was both excited and anxious about it.
But with Nick, I had nothing to fear. No matter what, as long as I was in my husband’s hands… things would always be okay.
I just wished it hadn’t taken me so very long to figure that out.
My breasts were still a little tender, especially along the undersides. His testing of his “titty whip”—which seemed little more than a tiny length of thin, supple cowhide with a knot tied in the tip—had gone “very well” according to him.
My sore tits might not have agreed with such a sunny assessment though.
The swelling of my nipples, which I’d assumed would have gone down, had done anything but. He’d tormented them with his fingers, his teeth, and a nasty pair of clamps last night too. At least the clamps had rubberized teeth. The pure metal ones terrified me, but that didn’t stop Nick from promising me I’d get a turn with those too whenever he got my “big tits toughened up a bit.”
I had no idea Nick harbored such a cruel streak, but judging by the absolute seething lake that was my pussy between my thighs, apparently, at least part of me was quite delighted at making the discovery.
At some point, we needed to fly back to retrieve more of my things. Nick was already discussing how we’d want to get all my things moved back.
He typed swiftly at his keyboard, though he reclined slightly in his chair, a boyish posture that I found oddly endearing in the strict, wonderful man.
Occasionally, he glanced over at me, though rarely did he give me any hint at what he was feeling. I knew he did it so that I would never feel like I was not being watched, something I’d confessed to him during a session of rather revealing—and embarrassing—questioning about things I either wanted to explore, or perhaps wanted to be “urged” to explore.
I didn’t understand why we didn’t just say “forced”—I found that super hot—but Nick insisted that what he was interested in was bringing out what he called my “latent desires.” Even very, very latent ones.
