by Ella Miles
She squeals as I carry her inside.
“You really are in a hurry, aren’t you?”
I nod, as I pull her bottom lip into my mouth. “I’ve struggled to work all day while I was thinking about what I would get to do with you tonight.”
Her eyes darken. “What plans did you dream up this time?”
I smirk. “You’ll see.”
I step inside the house and immediately get swarmed by all of her pets that have somehow multiplied since I moved in. I will never admit it to her, but I do love being around all the animals. But right now they are not a priority. If I put her down, our entire night will be spent giving them attention and I’ll never get her back.
She sees the look in my eyes and wraps her arms around my neck as she starts kissing me again. “Fuck me. I want to know what mischievous thing you have in mind.”
I kiss her lips, shutting her up, as I head to the bedroom. When I get inside, I kick the door shut keeping our pets out, so that I can have Skye all to myself.
I watch as Skye’s eyes widen when she looks around the room at the rose petals around the room and the swing attached to the closet doorframe.
“What’s this?”
“A new toy.”
“And the rose petals?”
“I thought we could mix a little romance with our dirty sex.”
She grins.
I don’t wait for her to ask more questions or figure out anything more about what’s going on. I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head. She shimmies out of her scrubs and my eyes burn into her black lace panties and bra that she wore beneath her scrubs just for me.
“Like what you see?”
“Love.”
She bites her lip and blushes. She does every time that I use the word love. She’s about to blush a lot more tonight.
I push her body against the door, where the swing is and kiss down her neck, loving the taste of her skin. She smells like heaven when I kiss her. A mix of sweat, lavender, and sex.
She eyes the swing behind her with a nervous glance. “Have you tested this out to make sure that we don’t break my door?”
I bite her bottom lip to shut her up from asking stupid questions. Then I lift her body up, slip each of her legs into the swing, and then tie her hands up at the top so that she can’t move.
Her eyes go up to her hands and then down to me.
“Did you want me to test it out first?” I ask, knowing that she really didn’t. She loves the thrill and excitement. Of course, I made sure that she wouldn’t break the door, but she doesn’t need to know that. She’s a thrill seeker that lives for this.
I don’t let her answer the question. Instead, my lips push aside the lace covering her pussy and I lick her clit, then slide into her already dripping pussy.
Her body clenches around me as her moans fill the room.
“God, I love your pussy.”
I watch, as she struggles against the restraints in the swing. I love watching her body spread wide for me.
I take a step back and remove my shirt, loving the look she gives me when she sees my shirtless body. I take my time removing my jeans and boxer briefs. At least, I attempt to move as slowly as I can. Usually, I can be patient; take my time and really savor her. Not tonight.
Tonight, I need to make her mine.
I walk back to her and loop my finger between her panties and skin and rip them to pieces.
“You owe me new panties.”
I smirk. “It was worth it,” I growl.
I grab her hips, as my cock hardens at just the sight of her naked pussy. My cock rests at her entrance as our lips collide and I push inside her. She feels tight and slick and welcoming. She moans, as I thrust in and out of her.
“Harder,” she moans.
I do. She may be tied up and unable to move, but she still has control, even if she doesn’t think she does.
I fuck her harder and harder, her body easy to move in the swing. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she bites her lip harder before she screams my name.
I come inside of her, filling her with my cum.
“That was amazing,” she says with tired breath.
I grin. “You like that?”
She nods.
“Now help me down.”
I hold up one finger as I slip out of her and walk over and pick up my boxer briefs. I slip them and my jeans back on before I walk back to her.
“Down. Now.”
I grin and cock my head to one side. “And why would I do that?”
She frowns. “Fuck me again or help me down. You’re not leaving me like this.”
I sigh and help her remove her legs from the swing, leaving her arms tied.
“And now my arms.”
I take a deep breath and then kneel down in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, sounding annoyed.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out a small box. “I’m proposing.”
She snickers. “You are not proposing with me still naked and tied up.”
“I am too, it’s the only way you will let me propose.”
She frowns.
“Now…Skye, I love you with everything I have. I’ve wanted to marry you since the first time I fucked you. I know I’ve screwed up and that you deserve better, but let me spend eternity making it up to you. Marry me?”
Her eyes widen.
“No.”
I sigh. I knew this would be a fight. It’s why I proposed with her tied up.
I stand back up. “No? I thought you loved me?”
“I do.”
“Then why won’t you marry me?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“Because technically, I’m still married to Gabe.”
I roll my eyes. “He’s in prison and you can easily get that annulled. That’s not the problem. What’s the real reason?”
She sighs. “I don’t want to get married, ever.”
“Why?”
“Marriage doesn’t mean anything. I married Gabe and you saw how well that worked out.”
“That’s because he coerced you.”
“And what are you doing?”
“Asking, very persuasively.”
She frowns. “I’m not a normal woman. I don’t want normal things. I don’t need kids, I’m happy with my pets. I don’t need a husband, I’m happy with my partner. Why can’t you get that?”
I run my hand through my hair. “I can. You’re right. I shouldn’t pressure you.”
I walk over and place the box on the nightstand and then I start walking to the bedroom door. I open it and start walking out.
“You can’t leave me like this!”
“I’ll be back when I’m ready to fuck you again.” I’ve left her tied up plenty of times before. It only makes the next round better.
“Wait!”
I stop. Is she going to use her safe word? She hasn’t the entire time I’ve been with her and I’ve pushed her limits pretty far.
I turn around and walk back into the bedroom, standing in the doorway and loving looking at her standing naked.
“Why is marriage so important to you?”
I think for a moment. “Because it’s getting married to you. I love you. I want every experience possible with you. I want the world to know that over all the other assholes in the world, for some reason, you chose me. I want to call you my wife. I want to celebrate you with all of our friends. I want to marry you because I love you.”
She sucks in a deep breath, and I think maybe, she might change her mind. Maybe, she’ll say yes.
“You’re a dick.”
I smirk. Wrong as usual.
She opens her mouth again and her lips curl up into a grin. “But I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And if you want to get married then…yes, I’ll marry you.”
I grin and run back over to her, kissing her firmly on the lips.
“And I’m not saying yes because you tied me up and forced me to talk to you about it.”
I laugh and undo the ties on her wrists, releasing her.
She wraps her arms around my neck as she eyes the box on the nightstand. “And if that is a diamond ring, I’m not wearing it.”
I shake my head. “Well, open it.”
She lets go of my neck and walks over to the box and opens it. She takes the piece of paper out and begins to unfold it.
“What is it?”
“I didn’t think you were much of a diamonds person, so this is a picture of a tattoo that I got designed that I figured we could both tattoo on our bodies in lieu of wearing a ring.”
She stares down at the picture a tattoo that represents everything she is. Fierce, loving, and strong.
“I love it.”
“I love you.”
I kiss her again.
“You’re still an ass, you know.”
I grin. “I know. And tomorrow I’ll be a prick, or a romantic, or a jerk, or whatever you want to call me. But I’ll always be a man that loves you.”
The End
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“Hey, boring,” my loudmouthed friend says, bouncing into my apartment. Scarlett didn’t bother to knock. She just opened the door like she lives here. She practically does though.
We’ve known each other our entire lives. If it weren’t for our parents’ pocketbooks allowing each of us to have our own luxury apartment, we would have been roommates. Sometimes, I wish we had been anyway, so we could have gotten the real college experience. It would have never worked though. Our clothes alone would have been too much to fit into one apartment together.
“Hey, Scar,” I say, not looking up from the book I’m using to study for my art history exam.
Scarlett plops down next to me on the white sectional. She stretches out until she is covering half of the couch. “Really? It’s our last weekend before we graduate. Why the hell are you studying?”
“Because we have finals next week.”
“So what? It’s Friday night. Study on Monday morning, like the rest of us.”
I shake my head as I turn the page. “I want to get good grades, unlike the rest of you.”
Scarlett reaches over and pulls the book from my lap. She tosses it onto the floor before I can even protest.
I exhale, looking at Scarlett. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going out dancing with Jake tonight.”
I watch as she flips her long ombre brown-colored locks over her shoulder before she begins picking the polish off her perfectly manicured hands.
“I broke up with Jake,” she says, not looking up at me.
“Ugh, not again.”
She quickly sits up. “Don’t lecture me, she who has never had a boyfriend.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ve had a boyfriend before. There is just no point in dating right now. I’m supposed to be focusing on my studies and modeling jobs.”
Scarlett yawns. “Boring.”
“How did this become about me? You’re the one who broke up with that boy again. That makes it the fifth time this year.”
“I’m tired of being tied down. I want to be single when I go off into the world.”
I get up and go pick up my textbook off the floor. “But why are you here? You still have time to find a date to take you out tonight.” I turn to face her. “Or you could go alone since that’s what you want so much.”
She smiles mischievously at me. “Or you could go with me?”
“No,” I say as I settle back into the couch.
When I glance back up, she pouts her lip, and her eyes grow sad in a way only she knows how to do.
“Please,” she begs.
I can’t help the smile that grows over my lips from seeing her beg like this. She’s not begging because she needs someone to go out to the bars with her. Scarlett is the most confident person I know. She loves being the center of attention. She’s asking because she wants me to have fun for once in my life.
“I don’t know…maybe,” I say, giving her the same answer I’ve told her hundreds of times before.
“Come on, Kins. You don’t need to study. You have the highest grades in our class, and you don’t even like theater.”
“I do, too,” I protest even though I don’t, not really. I suck at acting. I find the history behind theater interesting, but I have no interest in really working in that field.
On autopilot, I pull my phone out of my pocket. I begin texting my dad, like I always do. But I know what he’s going to say before I even ask. He’ll say no. It’s seven thirty. I’m supposed to call him in an hour for our weekly updates. I love his calls, but I think he chose Friday nights just to keep me out of the bars and clubs, not that I mind. It’s also why he chose Yale for me over some of the other colleges. Yale isn’t exactly known for being a party school. I prefer his calls to drinking until I puke, like Scarlett does.
My thumb hesitates over the phone. I’ve never really had the opportunity to try out my theory on drinking until I puke. I’ve just assumed I would prefer talking with my father to it. And I can’t make any more mistakes.
I move my thumb to press Send when Scarlett’s body tackles me to the ground. My phone drops from my hand and slides across the hardwood floor. It’s a miracle it doesn’t shatter, but from where I lie on the ground with Scarlett’s body pressed to me, it doesn’t seem like it even got a scratch on it.
“What—get off of me, Scar.” I try to wiggle out from underneath her bony body, but it’s no use. I have no leverage to get out from underneath her.
I stop fighting and resolve to listen to her. “What was that for?”
“I am not letting you ask your father for permission to go to a bar tonight.”
I narrow my eyes at her, trying to figure out if I can use the element of surprise to get out from under her grasp. “Why not?”
“Because you are a grown-ass woman who can make her own decisions. You turned twenty-one three days ago, and you haven’t even so much as gone out for a drink yet.”
I frown. “I did, too, go out for a drink.”
“Yeah, you had champagne with your family, and you were back by nine o’clock. That’s not exactly what I mean, Kins.”
“It was a weeknight! What was I supposed to d
o? Go out and get so drunk that I wouldn’t have even made it to my classes the next morning?”
Scarlett nods. “Yeah, that’s exactly what you were supposed to do. That’s what any normal college student would have done.”
I shake my head. “But we aren’t normal.”
“Yeah, well, for one night, we are going to be.”
“No, I’m going to study, and then I’m going to call my dad in an hour, like I always do.”
I reach back for my phone that is just a foot or so above my head, but Scarlett pins my arms to the ground with her hands.
“Come on, Scar, let me go,” I whine.
I try my best to give her puppy-dog eyes, like she did with me earlier, but I’m not the best actress in the world. And even if I were, Scarlett doesn’t have a heart. She’s ruthless when she’s made up her mind.
“Not going to work.” Scarlett’s grip on my arms tightens. “The way I see it, you have two options. One, you can spend the night lying on the floor with me sitting on you. Or two, you can get your scrawny ass into that closet of yours, pick out something slutty to wear, and go out clubbing with me.”
I wear a pinched expression as I stare up in annoyance at my supposed friend who is blackmailing me into going out. I look at my scrawny arms. I knew I should have gone to the gym at least once or twice. I don’t have an ounce of muscle on my body to fight her off.
“You’re really going to sit on me all night if I don’t agree to your terms?”
She smiles. “All night.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “I’ll go with you. Just let me text my dad to let him know.”
“Nope.” Scarlett jumps off of me and scoops my phone up. She turns the phone off before slipping it into her cleavage. “You are not asking your daddy for permission. Tonight, you’re going to have fun.”
I quickly stand up before Scarlett changes her mind and pushes me back to the ground.
“Let’s go then.” If I appease Scarlett and go to a bar for an hour or so, then I will still have enough time to come back, call my dad, and get some studying in before bed. No harm done.
