“I want to buy you some nice things. The clothes were because I like looking at your ass and tits. They mold to your curves, and I like that. I like fucking looking at you.”
“What about the jewelry?”
“My woman, my submissive. I want to treat you.”
“The hair?”
“I had to listen for an hour about how you’ve had the same hairstyle. I called ahead, and I even went with you. I don’t sit in hair salons listening to people talk about endless crap. I was there with you, guiding you through the change of hair. I didn’t ask you to do any of these changes. This is because I fucking love you, Avery. There, I’ve said it.”
“You love me?”
“More than anything in the world. You’re there all the time. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Pulling out the velvet box, he went down on one knee. “I want to marry you. I don’t care about finding the perfect fit, or changing you. I fell in love with the Avery who doesn’t like attention, or for anyone to see that she’s scared. I fell in love with you.”
“You want me to marry you?”
“Yes, I don’t know if you believe me when I say that I love you, but I do, and I want us to be together forever. I don’t give a shit about what lifestyle I’m supposed to live. If I wanted that, I wouldn’t have waited for you, nor would I have fallen in love with you, but I have, and I can’t change that.”
She covered her nose and mouth, and he saw tears falling down her face.
“I love you, Avery. You, not some designer wearing woman. You, the woman beneath all of that.”
“Yes,” she said.
“What?”
“I’ll marry you. I love you, too, and I’m so sorry for overreacting. I thought the worst, and I shouldn’t have. I’m so, so sorry.”
He got to his feet, slamming his lips down on hers. “No need to say sorry. I’ll sort your ass out in a moment, get it really nice and red for me to fuck later.”
Removing the ring from the box, he slid it onto her finger. “Consider yourself engaged, Avery.”
She smiled. “I missed you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now go and lay across the bed. Jeans off, panties off, and the flogger waiting for me. I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
She released a little squeal, and rushed toward their bedroom. He counted to ten, and headed there.
“So, you thought I was being a horrible Dom, and a badly behaving boyfriend.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Who was wrong to doubt me?” he asked, removing his jacket, and rolling up his sleeves.
“I was.”
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m so sorry, Sir. I was in the wrong, and I should have trusted in you.”
“Do you deserve to be punished?”
“Yes.”
He picked up the flogger, and at the same time, ran his hand over her plump ass cheeks.
“I love you, Sir.”
“I love you too, pet.”
He brought the flogger down, relishing her pleasured scream. The night was only just beginning, but their future together, was going to be a long one, filled with so much promise. He couldn’t wait to get started.
Epilogue
Three years later
Avery should have never doubted him. That night when Dominic came back from his business trip, and thought the worst, he showed her the truth. Staring down at her wedding band and engagement ring, she couldn’t help but smile. Life had been a little crazy in the last three years.
She did go for the interview, and she had been recognized for helping the woman who ran the insurance side of the company of products that Dominic created. One phone call helping one person opened another door to her. She took the job, and the rest was history. Dominic told her she didn’t have to take it, but she wanted to, and so she did.
“How are my two girls doing?” Dominic asked, swinging their two-year-old son up into his arms.
Rubbing her swollen belly, she stared up at her husband, feeling all the love she had for him blooming inside her.
They had a son, Dominic Junior, and a baby girl on the way.
He sat down, placing a hand over hers where it rested on her stomach. It was their third anniversary, and as a treat they were staying at one of his islands. Lots of ocean, sand, and beauty.
She loved it here.
The silence, the peace, and they had even gotten Ella to come with Malcolm so they had some company if they wanted to. Their friends had taken the boat out.
“I love you, Mrs. Wright,” he said. Leaning over to take her lips.
Even after three years, his lips still made her tingle. The promise of pleasure and pain making her ache for the night time. They had been blessed that Dominic Junior liked to sleep all night through, and they got a chance to play.