I tickle the welting flesh, and he whimpers.
“How many more do you want?”
By his reaction, he’d likely go all night. I’m shocked he’s enjoying this that much.
A trickle of sweat trails down either side of my face as my muscles burn from exertion.
“As … as … many as you want to give.”
Pleased with his response, I deliver a final, more potent whack that jiggles his entire posterior. Arching his back off the bench, pecs peeling like Velcro from the leather, he slack jaw moans toward the ceiling, eyes pinched shut. I drop the cane on to the chair with the other tools. Just as Michael’s body goes limp from exhaustion, slamming back on to the leather with a groan, I dig my hand into my pocket, yank out the black velvet box, and lower myself to one knee alongside the bench.
Fuck. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Clicking the lid back, I wait patiently for Michael to rally his emotions, which gives me too much damn time to overthink things. What if he says no?
Gulping, hands trembling nervously, I force myself to ignore the pounding in my heart that mimics the throbbing in my pants. Or the flutter in my belly and the sweat that moistens my palms.
Don’t you dare screw this up, Corey.
The pep talk does little to soothe me.
***
Michael
Sweet, sweet, sweet love for all that is sinfully delicious I’m s-p-e-n-t. Done for. A goner. I can’t even muster enough strength to give a crap that I haven’t come. The bones in my body are overcooked noodles. My ass ignited in to a fiery inferno to be stoked by Master and Master alone. My insides are mush. Brain floating in a world of peaceful nothingness. Beneath my body, the bench keeps me from melting in to a puddle on the floor. The coolness of the leather tingles my sticky, overheated flesh as my pulse regulates. The air conditioner kicks on, sending a swirl of frigid air through the room. It dances across my tender bottom, forcing me to shiver from toes to nose.
Centering myself, I pry my eyes open to see what my master’s up to. He hasn’t said a word since he sent my world spiraling in to whatever this incredible feeling is. Beside me, on the floor, he kneels on one knee. My brows pinch, confused. What’s he doing down there if he’s not touching me? And why are his blue-violet eyes swimming with unshed tears? Is he trembling? Then I see it. A black ring box with the lid clicked back. Inside, there’s a silver band with a blue sapphire set in the middle—his birthstone.
Before I can process what this means, or open my mouth to ask, he grabs one of my hands and folds his fingers through mine.
“Michael, baby, I’m…” A single tear slides down his cheek.
Butterflies re-hatch in my tummy and my heart kicks my ribs.
Oh…
God…
This is happening!
This is really happening!
Master continues, his eyes locked on mine. “I never thought I’d be lucky enough to find my better half until I found you. I don’t know what else I can say other than I love you with all my heart. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Without warning, the dam breaks and I begin to sob nonstop, overloaded with emotions. I can’t believe this is happening. With him. Us. I’m … oh … God. This is real. He’s really kneeling there with a gorgeous ring, asking me to marry him in front of all my viewers, still wearing that mask. Fat droplets teem, puddling on the bench beneath my face. Master slips the ring on my finger without a yes before he hoists himself off the floor. Lifting my form from the bench, cradling me his loving arms, he carries me from the playroom, and in to our bedroom across the hall where he deposits us on the bed. Carefully, he adjusts his legs so my sore butt is suspended off the mattress, my thighs draped over one of his. Arms encircle me, mask is torn off, and kisses are pressed into my sweaty hair as I weep with joy … so so so much joy that I can’t bear it another second. My heart swells bigger and bigger like it’s on the verge of exploding. It’s all so much.
Master wants to…
Marry.
Me.
Of all the people in the world.
I choke on a sob.
Pinching my chin between his fingers, he draws my head up to sprinkle my lips with sweet promises.
“Yes. I’ll … marry you,” I blubber, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Forever?” His lips brush mine.
“Forever and ever.”
The End
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