The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo(42)

Rebecca stirred slightly, and he figured it was time to sort things out once and for all.

“Becca, honey, come over here to me.”

She seemed surprised by his request, almost as though she were expecting him to continue with her punishment. Rebecca eyed him warily as she eased herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. When she visibly winced with pain, he realized he’d well and truly disciplined her peachy ass. He could tell from her eyes that she just didn’t know what to expect from him now, uncertainty showing on her beautiful, expressive face.

He patted the floor in front of his chair. “I’m waiting.” He made sure the tone he used was kindly and unthreatening.

Rebecca suddenly smiled, but its appearance was so brief it was already gone by the time he’d registered it. She rose slowly from the bed and tentatively walked toward him. His Becca was as stunningly beautiful as always, although he was surprised to see that her pussy was no longer silky smooth. Short, spiky pubes had grown in his absence.

She stood in front of him, her hands behind her back, her head respectfully bowed. He looked up into her beautiful yet frightened eyes for what seemed an eternity before almost whispering, “Kneel before your Master, my sub.”

As she obediently kneeled before him, her body twitched with pain as her disciplined butt rested on her heels.

“It will hurt for a while.” He stroked a hand though her glossy brown hair, reveling in its softness.

She kept her gaze lowered. “You were right to discipline me, Master. I deserve it.”

“Yes, you did, my sub, but after reading your letter, I now understand that you’ve been incredibly brave.”

A silence, an understanding, seemed to bridge the gap between them, and for a while nothing could be heard except the sound of two human beings breathing in perfect harmony. All the time, the constantly changing patterns of blue light from the pool danced on the walls and ceiling of the bedroom.

“Why?” he eventually asked.

“Why what, Sir?”

“Why leave without a word, and on the very day I asked you to be my wife?”

Rebecca was still clearly upset. She shook her head, and her voice quavered when she spoke. “I thought it would be best for you if I left. I can’t give you what you need.”

“I need your love, Becca. Are you saying you can’t give me that?”

She shook her head again, violently this time, and burst into tears. “Oh, no, I can give you every ounce of love I possess and even find some more, but I can’t give you—”

“Shhh.” Tyler leaned forward in his chair and pressed a finger to her lips. He saw her visibly tremble as she struggled to hold her emotions in check. “All I need is your love, Becca.”

Her face crumpled, and an agonized wail left her lips. “Oh, Tyler, I’m so sorry.” She clung tightly to his legs. So tightly, in fact, he felt her fingernails digging into his jeans as she lay her cheek on his lap. Her words came haltingly as she fought for breath. “I can’t give…you a…child, and I so…wanted to do…that.”

“I know, honey.” He felt a little choked himself as he stroked a hand through her beautiful dark hair, trying to soothe her worries away, but it didn’t work, and her tears flowed unchecked as years of pent-up emotion finally poured from her.

The final remnants of tension and downright anger that had plagued him for the last twenty-one days finally melted from his body. “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” He lifted her from her kneeling position and pulled her onto his lap, sheltering her in his arms, protecting her from the evils of the world. Tyler savored the way her beautiful naked body seemed to melt into his until they became one. He tenderly kissed the top of her head as she sobbed quietly against his shoulder. He’d really missed Rebecca these last three weeks, and it felt so fucking good to cradle the woman he loved in his arms once again.

As he waited patiently for her emotional crisis to calm, the small bedroom appeared to take on a tranquil serenity. Ripples of silver and blue light eddied and flowed all around them, making this precious moment between two soulmates so incredibly special—priceless even. Rebecca’s skin took on a translucent quality, the magical light flowing from her face all the way down her slender legs to her perfect petite feet. It was obvious she’d lost weight, and he guessed she hadn’t been eating properly. As he ran his fingers across her shoulders, he couldn’t help noticing how prominent her bones had become. Tyler realized it wasn’t just him who’d had a bad time of it recently. They both had. Now was the right time to move on and for all the recriminations to stop.