Opening his eyes, he groaned as he stared down into her eyes. There were tears shining inside them. “Please don’t cry, baby. I couldn’t stand it.”
“I’m sorry.” She sniffled. “You did it.”
“You belong to me now, Isabel. There’s no getting away.”
“I never wanted to get away. Not once. I wanted to belong to you, completely.” She lifted up, pressing her head against his. “Thank you.”
“You have nothing to thank me for, baby. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”
“I don’t care.”
He pressed his lips against hers, feeling her body as it slowly came alive. Edward took hold of her hands, and pressed them against the bed at either side of her head. Lifting up off the bed, he slowly began to make love to her. It wasn’t fucking. How he was feeling right now, this wasn’t just fucking. He was loving his woman exactly how she deserved. With each thrust inside her pussy, he watched and felt her responses to him.
She met his thrusts, riding his cock as he rode her body.
There really was no one else in the world for him, and he was going to make sure there was no one else for her. They belonged to each other, no matter how strange it seemed to others. He could give her what no one else ever could, his undivided love and attention.
Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he made the final claiming as he filled her pussy with his cum. She was now his in all the ways that mattered.
****
“What’s he doing?” Isabel asked.
She sat next to Rosie and Daisy as she watched the demonstration going on in front of her. Ryan, bless him, still hadn’t left yet, and she didn’t know why. She had heard him say often that there was nothing keeping him at Cape Falls.
Her gaze wasn’t on the scene, not really. It was on the third Dominant man on the right. His arms were folded, and the shirt he wore was stretched over his very impressive chest. A chest that she had been grasping that very morning as he woke her up with his cock deep inside her.
“Right now William is showing Ryan how best to hold the rope. The woman there, Casey, is a sweet girl. She will be fine. Nothing bad will happen,” Daisy said. “The coiled whip is quite dangerous, and if you don’t practice with it, it can do a lot of damage.”
“Aren’t you a little jealous that your husband is up there with a semi-naked woman?” Isabel asked, munching her way through a box of popcorn. Edward had handed it to her before the show. There were several people watching. She was surprised by how many, but not everyone who came to Control lived in Cape Falls.
Control offered a place of respite and relaxation for anyone in the BDSM lifestyle. Just thinking about it reminded Isabel of the past week playing in Edward’s playroom. They had gone from his hands to a whip, to a flogger. She loved the paddle. The feel of the hard wood against her ass was utterly delightful.
Edward had also taken the time to chain her up, and have his very wicked way with her. She liked that. She liked it when she was at his mercy. He did the most delicious things to her body.
“Nope. If you look at William, he’s not interested in the woman. Besides, how else are other people supposed to learn? I trust my husband. I know it’s me that he wants, no one else.”
Isabel paused as she was chewing her popcorn. She felt that way about Edward, even though neither of them had really spoken about their feelings. It didn’t matter as it was what they both felt.
Finishing off her mouthful of popcorn, she swallowed down the lump inside her throat.
“Are you okay? You’ve gone a little pale.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to go and have some fresh air. It’s probably what I need.” She handed the popcorn to Daisy and left the room.
She didn’t understand what was wrong. Rubbing at her chest, she rushed toward the exit, and the moment she cleared the door, she took some deep breaths.
“You’re a waste of time. Good for nothing.”
“Why do we even bother relying on you?”
“You’re thick. You’re stupid.”
“Fucking asshole.”
“Why don’t you just grow up?”
Isabel started to pant as the blood filled her head. She hadn’t felt this in over a month. It was such an overwhelming need. Rushing toward the edge of the forest, she gripped onto the first tree she found, and rested her head on the hard bark.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” The last one she screamed. She knew what she wanted, and she couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to do it.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Edward asked.
She closed her eyes and shook her head against the tree, ignoring the scratch as it dug in.