31. Sam
Kim's eyes meet mine, and I see it all—the confusion, the fear, the defiance. She's a mess of emotions, and it's written all over her face. I'm pissed, terrified, but above all, I understand. She needs this. She needs to remember why we're here, why she's mine.
I don't say a word. I just act. My hand reaches up, tangling in her hair, pulling her close. Her breath hitches, but she doesn't resist. Our lips meet, and it's not gentle. It's a claim, a reminder. Her hands find their way to my hair, gripping tight, and her legs straddle mine. She's right where she belongs.
Her lips part, and I dive in, tasting her, exploring her. She tastes like sin and salvation, and I can't get enough. Her body presses against mine, and I can feel her heart racing, or maybe it's mine. It doesn't matter. We're in sync, our bodies moving together like they were made for this.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. They're glazed over, filled with desire and something else—a spark that tells me it's helping clear the fog of confusion. Of indecision. This reminds her exactly of why she didn't leave when I gave her the option, of why she really wants to say.
Because nothing has ever felt more perfect than the two of us.
"Sam," she whispers, her voice barely audible. It's a plea, a question, a statement all rolled into one.
"I've got you, little dancer," I murmur, my voice rough with emotion. "I've got you, and I'm not letting go."
And this time, my words seem to calm her.
Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans in, capturing my lips again. It's slower, deeper. Her hands roam over my shoulders, down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
I grip her hips, pulling her closer, grinding her against me. She gasps, her nails digging into my skin. It's a sweet pain, a reminder that she's here, that she's real. That she's mine.
But I need more. I need her to understand, to accept. I need her to see that this—us—is inevitable.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. She shivers, her breath coming in short gasps. I can feel her heart pounding, her body responding to mine.
"Please," she groans out, her voice filled with need.
"You need me?" I murmur, my lips brushing against her skin.
I look down at her, my breath ragged, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. She's trembling, her eyes wide and dark, pupils blown with desire and a hint of fear. Perfect.
"Tell me, little dancer," I murmur, tracing her jaw with my thumb. "Who do you belong to?"
She swallows hard, her gaze flicking away. I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Say it, Kim. Say you're mine."
Her breath hitches, but she hesitates. I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. "You know it's true. No one else can make you feel like this. No one else can make you so wet, so needy."
"No, I need you," she groans. A shudder runs through her, and then, like she knows exactly what I need, she whispers, "I'm yours, Sam. I'm yours."
Triumph surges through me. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her hard and deep. She moans, her body melting against mine. I lift her, carrying her to my room where she fucking belongs and set her down.
"Strip," I command, my voice hoarse with need. There's no hesitation. She obeys, her fingers shaking as she pulls off her clothes. I watch, my cock throbbing at the sight of her. "You're beautiful. And you're all mine."
She stands there, naked and vulnerable, her breath coming in quick gasps. She's waiting for direction and pride surges through me.
I step closer, running my hands over her smooth skin. "I am the only one that can make you this needy. The only one who can give you what you crave, even if you won't admit it to yourself. You are mine, and I take care of mine."
She leans into my touch as it glides up to her throat and I grip it tight. Her eyes light up, and her tongue peeks out to swipe across her lip. "But you made a mistake, didn't you?"
She nods, her eyes never leaving mine.
I bare my teeth in a smile that's a threat. "Say it."
"I never should have left." She's breathless, her pulse hammering against my hand. "I belong here with you."
"That's right." I tighten my grip, my voice dropping to a growl. "You left me, Kim. And now, you need to be punished."
A moan escapes her, a mix of fear and desire. "Please, Sam..."
"Please what?" I taunt, standing behind her, my hands gripping her hips. "Please fuck you? Please make you scream?"
"Yes," she whimpers. "Please, Sam. I need you."
I push her towards the bed. "On your hands and knees. Show me that perfect ass."
She complies, her body trembling with anticipation. I undo my pants, slow and deliberate, watching her squirm. The sound of my zipper makes her shiver.
I run my hand over her ass, admiring the view. "You should never leave me, Kim. You know that, right?"
"Yes," she moans. "I know. I'm sorry, Sam."
I bring my hand down, spanking her hard. She yelps, her body jerking forward. "Sorry isn't good enough," I growl, spanking her again. She moans, her hips pushing back towards me.
I grip my cock, rubbing the head against her wet pussy. She tries to push back, to take more, but I hold her still. "You take what I give you, little dancer. Understand?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Please, Sam. Please fuck me."
I push just the head of my cock into her, teasing her, making her tremble. She tries to push back, to take more, but I hold her fast. "Sam," she begs. "Please..."
I push her face down into the bed, my body covering hers. "You take what I give you," I growl, and then I slam into her, hard and deep. She screams, her body convulsing around me.
I fuck her punishingly, ruthlessly, my hips slamming into her ass. She moans and screams, her body shaking with each thrust. I grip her hair, pulling her head back, making her arch into me.
"You're mine, Kim," I growl, my cock pounding into her. "You'll never leave me again."
She moans, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around me. I can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it hard and fast.
"Come for me, little dancer," I command. "Come all over my cock. Show just how much you fucking need me."
And she does, screaming my name, her body convulsing, her pussy milking me. I groan, my cock throbbing, my own orgasm ripping through me. I collapse on top of her, my body spent, my breath ragged.
I roll off her, pulling her into my arms. She's shaking, her body covered in sweat, her eyes glazed. I kiss her, soft and slow, my hands gentle on her skin.
"You're mine, Kim," I murmur. "Forever."
I lay next to Kim, listening to her breathe. The steady rhythm calms my racing thoughts, but I know it's time. I can't wait any longer.
Shifting carefully, I slide out from under Kim and reach for the drawer beside the bed. My fingers close around the small velvet box I've been keeping there. For a moment, I just hold it, feeling its weight.
I open the box and set it on the bed next to her. The diamond catches the light, throwing tiny rainbows across her skin.
"Kim," I say, my voice low and serious. She turns to look at me, her eyes widening as she spots the ring. "You're mine. You know that. But I want to make you mine in every way."
Her eyes flick from the ring to me and back, the shock so clear that I almost want to laugh. "I was going to just give it to you, make you wear it without the option." Her eyes narrow, and this time a smile does spread across my face. "But…I'm going to give you this choice."
And I hope, just like last time, she chooses me.
Otherwise I'll have to lock her up again.
She stares at the ring, her lips parting in surprise. "Sam, when did you get this?"
"The day after you chose to stay," I answer honestly. "I should have bought it months ago. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. Nothing was going to stop me from making that a reality."
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what comes next. "I love you, Kim. I won't apologize for how I went about this because I needed you. I couldn't not have you and I couldn't take the chance of you saying no, for not seeing what we were meant to be. But while you might be mine..." I pause, meeting her gaze. "You can decide if you want to wear the ring."
She starts to speak, but I shake my head. "Think about it. Really think about it."
Kim's eyes dart between me and the ring, her expression a mix of shock and something else I can't quite read. I watch her, my heart pounding. This is it—the ultimate submission. I've given her my all, and now I'm asking for the same in return.
And I know, I could see it earlier, she needs time to think. Even if the possessive part of me wants to embed the finger into her ring and never let her take it off, I force myself out of the bed.
I want her to give in to me. I don't want to worry about finding her unconscious in the woods. I don't want her giving me the silent treatment.
So I am giving her this. A choice. She is mine, and I won't let her forget that. I will take care of her, protect her, but she can have this. The option.
As I pull on my pants, getting ready to leave Kim alone with her thoughts, she shifts up, pulling the sheets with her. "Sam, I—" she begins, but I shake my head at her.
"Take your time," I murmur. "I can tell you have a lot to think through."
She nods slowly, her gaze never leaving the ring. I can see the wheels turning in her head, and for once, I resist the urge to push. This has to be her choice.
So I stand and head for the door, hoping that I haven't fucked up. Again.