39. Mine!
THIRTY-NINE
Mine!
PIERCE
MINE!
I wanted to dance in the streets and yell it out to the world. My Queen, my beautiful Queen, was home!
My plan had worked without a hitch.
It was brilliant!
I was brilliant.
Of course, I had been brilliant.
For a moment, I worried she wouldn’t open the door. Everything hinged on that one thing.
I’d hoped.
I’d prayed.
Can you believe the whole tulip and roses thing? Bless her royal heart. My Queen remembered me!
I wanted to look my very best for her too, but thanks to Dickwad, deep bruising circled my eye. Odd how things work out, though. I couldn’t have planned for a better reaction. Her sympathy had made my heart flip.
When she told me to leave the flowers, I nearly panicked. Thank goodness I had Hero-boy’s phone. A few quick texts, and she did exactly as I’d wanted.
My window of opportunity had been tiny. My chances slim. But I prevailed!
Honestly, today felt like divine intervention. As if God himself smiled down on me.
I wanted to linger in that hotel room, but security could have shown any time. Hero-boy could have come back. That freak of a man, Tank, could have been with him. My Queen could have roused from the chloroform.
Now that I had her, I realized her body did not have the curves I preferred, but her sleek athletic frame would prove resilient for what she must endure.
Once she opened the door, she’d been easy to subdue. I liked the way she fought, as pathetic as it had been. The fear rimming her eyes had my dick weeping for more. After the chloroform worked its magic, she crumpled to the floor.
Her resistance promised delicious training in the days to come. With my other girls, I used zip-ties and duct tape, but this was my Queen. She deserved my best. I used two sets of fleece-lined leather cuffs, one for her wrists, the other for her ankles. The locks that came with the cuffs were meant for casual play. I replaced them with the sturdy combination locks I preferred.
One. Two. Three.
Four. Five. Six.
I always checked my locks.
The cart I found downstairs couldn’t have been more perfect. There had been a shelf inside, but I discarded that and left it in the hotel kitchen.
She’d been so small and light. I tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Chains bound her in position. I even fastened a leather collar around her neck to run the chains through.
My heart thudded in my chest. Adrenaline surged. I could feel my excitement in the trembling of my hands, and in the shakiness in my gut. In fact, I had the sudden urge to take a crap. You probably don’t care about that.
That had been the longest drive home ever. I drove five miles below the speed limit. No way was I going to risk a ticket. How would I explain the woman cuffed and bound in the back of my van?
I held my breath as I pulled into my driveway and closed my eyes when the garage door opened. I breathed out when the door lowered. Only then did I relax.
We were home, and she would never leave.
She moaned and tried to move her hands, but her muscles didn’t cooperate.
“Shush, don’t fight. I have you.”
“What? What are you doing?”
“Everything is going to be all right.”
Everything would be perfect.