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I whimpered and he picked up the pace. My final orgasm came with him buried in my ass, and I moaned my release against his shoulder, desperate to show him all the dirty, fucked-up little things I was willing to do for him.
“Want it?” he asked me. “Want my cum?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Give it to me.”
He held my chin up and made me look at him as he burst inside me, groaning as his cock filled my ass with hot, sticky white liquid. My own body responded immediately, arching in his arms and taking every drop he was ready to give me.
We lay together afterwards, and I cuddled in his arms.
He held me until I fell asleep.
And after, when I woke up from the unbearable pain, he held my messy, sweaty body and told me it would all be okay, and that he’d take care of me. Through all the pain of my tendons healing, I doubted a lot of things, but I never thought he’d lied to me, not for a second. Because no matter what, I was Thorn’s Rose, and in the end, the two of us – together – was the only thing that mattered.
Everything else could wait.
Everything else could disappear.
Nothing else mattered at all.
When he held me, I was just so very simply *his*.
And I wouldn’t change anything that had happened for the world.
Twenty-Three
Thorn
2 months later
“Got everything?” I asked her, my hand coming to rest on the small of her back and gently caressing it. “You didn’t forget your present?”
“Never,” she grinned a response, showing me the small box I’d placed on her pillow that morning. “Saving it for tonight.”
Little did my Rose know I had another little box waiting, but this one contained quite the different surprise to the one she now placed in her handbag.
I’d given her a rose quartz butt plug in the shape of a rose in full bloom. I expected her to tease me, but she loved it, smiling wide when she opened the box and kissing me deeply to thank me.
She’d made me promise to use it on her that night, after we’d left. But now the hardest part was ahead of me. Saying goodbye to the Mansion.
Harlow and I had decided together – we were leaving the Mansion behind us on our way to starting a new life. I needed a fresh start, and she yearned for a place for just two of us.
I’d told her I was taking her to an apartment I owned in New York, but that wasn’t our real destination. On the plane ride to Bora Bora I was going to propose to my Rose and make things official. Once we landed, we’d already be at our honeymoon, with the penthouse in New York waiting for us.
I was excited to start this new path with my Rose, to start a chapter I hadn’t imagined in my wildest dreams.
Her legs were healed up now, and she stood as gracefully as she used to, perhaps with a hint of sadness in the way she held herself, a hint that spoke of the difficulties she’d gone through to get to this point.
That morning, my Rose looked incredible in a sleeveless white mini dress, simple in the front and with a deep V-neck on the back. She wore a gold chain around her neck that ended above her ass, and drove me wild with a single look at her. On her feet she wore black stilettos, and a pair of cat-eye sunglasses on her eyes. I’d made her put cherry red lipstick on because it was my favorite recently, and I loved it when I could smudge it, still on her mouth.
“Come on,” she rushed me. “We’re going to be late.”
“It’s a private jet, pretty girl,” I laughed as she pulled me behind her. “You don’t wait for them, they wait for you.”
She rolled her eyes and giggled as we walked through the rooms of the Mansion. It was a quiet day, and as I looked at the girls draped on the couches or on the floor, I realized I barely recognized most of them.
I had started the Mansion as a project for broken women, women I wanted to help on their path to become the ultimate submissive. I never wanted to torture, hurt or keep anyone against their will. Harlow was the first of her kind, the rest of the girls were there willingly. Even Amber had wanted to stay… I’d offered her the option and she chose to stay. I’d let her, which is why her betrayal hurt most of all, and I was content with the way I’d punished her.
But I realized as we walked through the house, these girls were strangers. Now that Ophelia was gone, so was my purpose in the Mansion. I no longer needed the house to satisfy some childish urge of mine. I didn’t need Pia, and Lili had always been happier on her own. When I thought about it long and hard, the answer was clear – I wanted to stay with Rose. No one else mattered.
