Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
When Mallory tried to get out of bed the next morning, she found herself unable to move.
Opening her eyes, she discovered she was in the middle of the bed with the covers gone.
She was also naked, which explained the chill.
Looking around, she frowned at Fletcher who was sitting in one of the wooden chairs beside the bed.
“Good morning, bunny,” Fletcher said as he stretched and leaned toward her. “We need to talk.”
“What’s going on?”
She pulled at the soft ropes that bound her, first her hands and then her legs. How had he bound her without her knowing?
“I decided I needed your attention, and this would be the best way to get it.”
Rolling to her side, she continued to try to free herself from the ropes. “I need to pee, Sir. Please untie me.”
“I don’t think so,” Fletcher stood and lifted her from the bed bridal style. He carried her into the bathroom and set her down in front of the toilet before helping her to sit. Stepping back, he leaned against the counter and waited.
While she wanted to send him away, she knew Dom rules would not allow him to leave her alone while she was all tied up. Closing her eyes, she took a breath and tried to convince her body that he wasn’t in the room.
Her body didn’t seem to care if he was there or not. Once she finished, Fletcher cleaned her up before picking her up again and returning her to the bed. This time, he crawled in next to her, lying down so they were face to face.
“Now, it’s time we have a little talk.”
Though she wanted to demand to be released, she also found herself relaxing into the ropes. Maybe this would be a good time to talk. “About what?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He smiled and a glittery little shimmer began in her belly.
“What do you think about younger Doms these days?”
She swallowed hard before clearing her throat. “I love them. At least one of them. And I… um… was wondering if you really do still want me to go home with you?”
He looked stunned for a moment before his smile widened even further. Rolling so he half laid over her, he said, “I absolutely do want you to come home with me.”
“I want that, too. As long as you promise you’ll tie me up at least twice a week,” she said with a giggle before lifting her head and kissing him.
He immediately took command and the kiss went on and on until they were both panting. Finally he pulled back and grinned down at her.
“At least twice a week. And you have to promise to continue drawing and painting at least two hours a day, every day.”
Mallory nodded. “I can agree to that. Can we also come back to Rawhide Ranch in the future?”
Fletcher nodded. “We’ll make our reservation for next year before we leave. Maybe by then you will have agreed to marry me.”
Mallory felt her heart clench. “A younger Dom I can handle. Not sure about a younger husband. Especially a sneaky one who wraps me in his ropes while I’m sleeping.”
“But you love me anyway,” he said confidently.
“Yes, my loving master. I love you anyway.”
The End