by Lucy Rodgers
I slide up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and rest my head against his shoulder. “I’m never leaving you. Not even you can make me leave you.”
A low laugh rumbles through his chest. “You are a bit obstinate. But what about your family?”
“I texted my brother on the way home from the airport and told him I wouldn’t be coming back to Mexico, that I’d fallen in love with someone here.”
“So they’re not going to come on a crusade to save you from white slavery?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t tell them about any of that. I’m still ashamed I didn’t realize it was all a hoax.”
“Aren’t you going to miss them? Don’t you want to see them?”
“I do miss them, but when I left, I assumed I’d never see them again. And when I was about to get on that plane, I realized I’d rather never see them again than never be with you again.”
He spins around and reverses our positions, so now he’s behind me with his arm wrapped around my waist and his cheek resting on the top of my head. “But you would like to see them?”
“Well, yes, of course I would, but…”
“Do you think they would come to LA for a wedding? I’d pay their airfare and expenses, of course.”
I twist in his arms to face him. “A wedding? You want to marry me?”
“Well, for all my pull with the US government, I haven’t yet managed to get them to recognize the master/slave relationship under the law, and being married to you would make getting your green card a hell of a lot easi—“
He’s forced to stop talking as I press a fierce kiss to his lips. Although I’m the aggressor at first, it’s only a few seconds before he takes over, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands cup my ass through the terrycloth. After a long time, he raises his head and smiles at me.
“I’m glad you approve. Now, there’s just one more order of business to take care of.”
My brow furrows. “What’s that?”
He holds up the key. “This. I don’t think we need it anymore.”
Turning toward the beach, he hurls it as far as he can. It lands in the sand near the edge of the tide line. A few seconds later, a wave comes and drags it out into the ocean. In a few minutes, it will be gone forever.
And that’s just what I want. Forever.
The End
About the Author
Lucy Rodgers writes dark erotic tales that explore the three C’s: consent, coercion, and captivity. Her stories include some combination of forced seduction, questionable consent, lack of safe words, indoctrination, and slavery/ownership. Lucy’s books are intended for mature readers who understand the difference between fantasy and reality and who are looking for erotic literature that explores not just the physical but also the psychological and emotional aspects of sexual bondage and domination.
You can learn more about Lucy and her books at http://lucyrodgers.wordpress.com.
