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“Yours. Only yours,” she called out. To prove it, she clenched inside, sucking on his cock a little with her internal muscles. She didn’t know where she got the strength. Her legs shook with fatigue.
“Everything inside you is mine,” he hissed, and then he let go. His cock jerked inside her, filling her with his release.
It was such a powerful thing to have a man become undone for a few seconds. And at that moment, as if he had passed on a message, she got it. He’d built her strength with every test, with every experience. Every time she gave up her control, her power to her Master, it grew inside her. To give him more, she had tobemore.
Her past would never leave her, but it could no longer touch her the same way. Because she wasn’t the same person anymore. The lost little girl was Richard’s Submissive, lover, friend, and soon … wife.
Richard eased out and lifted her to standing. She nearly crumbled into his chest. He held her there as she caught her breath. Sweat had seeped through his shirt, and his belly was tight from exertion.
He pulled her face back, one hand pushing hair roughly off her cheeks. “Who do you take pain for?” His voice was nothing more than a rasp.
“You. Only you.”
And, if he’d let her—and Charlotte already knew her Masterwouldn’tlet her—she’d take out the trash herself.
Four months later
The wedding cake hit her tongue, and she nearly orgasmed on the spot. Chocolate base with a raspberry filling and a chocolate, cinnamon-infused ganache topping sprinkled with nuts? Nothing tasted better—except perhaps for the man standing before her.
Her blue silk dress, the very one she’d modeled months ago on her independence day, as she’d dubbed it, rustled as she stepped back to gaze into his eyes. She licked her bottom lip to entice Richard as much as to lick off the last bit of chocolate.
He winked. “My little vixen.”
“And beautiful in that dress.” Laurent chuckled and sidled up to them. “I wonder who designed it? It looks as if it were made for you.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Congratulations, you two.”
Champagne glasses clinked in the background, and light chatter mixed in with the beautiful cello and violin music from the quartet in the corner of the Accendos Library. It was the perfect place for their wedding reception, with all their friends gathered around. Alexander, Rebecca, Laurent, Sarah, Steffan, Marcos and Isabella, Carson and London, Jonathan and Christiana, Derek and Samantha with their two adorable children—all dressed in beautiful brocades and silks and tuxedos, all there for them. Smiling. Happy.
Laurent nodded once at Richard. “Everything’s ready for you.”
“Ready?” she asked.
Richard took her plate and set it down by the half-demolished cake. “Time for a wedding present.”
“Being your wife is enough. Now, I have all the titles,” she teased. Submissive, owned, collared, and now, legally bound as man and wife.
He grasped her hand anyway and pulled her away from the cake table, leading her up the circular staircase to the balcony—one of Alexander’s favorite spots to watch the usual playtime below. Today it was empty. She’d rarely been up there, which is why when Richard cracked open a long bookcase to reveal it was a door, she stopped short.
“A secret room?” she gasped.
“The Master’s private library.”
She peeked inside. “I never knew.”
“Most don’t.”
Two antique leather club chairs sat before a fireplace, lit with a dozen ivory pillar candles giving off a soft glow. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves holding leather-bound volumes lined the walls, and a small writing desk stood in the corner.
The door clicked shut behind her. Richard spun her into his arms, the fabric of her dress rustling against his trouser legs. “Mmm, you smell so good,” he murmured into her hair. “Happy?”
“Beyond.” Words hadn’t yet been invented for the joy that danced inside her.
After the fashion show, she’d felt soft, peaceful, wanting nothing more than to nestle into Richard’s arms and be quiet. Needing to just be near him. Not talk. Not do anything. And that was what they’d done. Slowly, she resumed her life. Working with Isabella on Garden Grace projects, making dinners for Richard. But it felt new.Shewas new.
She still had the odd nightmare leading up to their wedding, but her heartbeat barely registered the nightly intrusions. She’d simply bury her face in Richard’s neck, feel his arms band her to him, still asleep but always reaching for her. The images would fade to smoke, and bit by bit, as the days passed, she hardly thought of what her life was like before him.
Now, fluttery anticipation had grown in her belly. There was so much more to feel, think, and do. She’d broken through a gate she hadn’t realized had her hemmed in all that time.
She inhaled his scent mixing with the dusty smell of old books and leather. “So good,” she murmured.
