Chapter 2 - Willow
My stomach ties in knots as I stare at the text from Mike.
His offer to move in with him has been on my mind all week, and I desperately want to say yes.
God, wouldn’t it be amazing to come home to Mike every night?
The main problem is that I had a job interview yesterday for a case management assistant job at a nursing home and the interview went so great, I’m expecting them to hire me.
The pros and cons have been swirling in my head, and feeling upbeat about the job interview just adds another layer of confusion. Maybe the walk to the nearest bus stop would be worth it. It would only be temporary while I saved up for a car.
The job hunt isn’t the only issue. I adore spending my time with him, but I’m terrified I’ll make a commitment that ultimately goes badly, like it did with Oliver.
If Mike had said he loved me, I would’ve said yes immediately.
What if he only ever feels affection for me?
Is loving him going to be enough? This whole situation is beyond confusing, and my anxiety keeps popping up with a laundry list of all the things that could go wrong.
When my phone beeps with another text message, I assume it’s Mike asking me if I’m okay since I went silent, but I’m surprised to see it’s from Alice.
Alice:
So...you know that guy I’ve been seeing? I’m going to move in with him. Am I crazy?
I blink at her message and laugh. Talk about timing. As I type my reply to Alice, I know I’ve already made my decision about Mike.
Willow:
If you love him, you aren’t crazy. You deserve to be happy.
Before I lose my nerve, I plop down on the couch and call Mike, waiting anxiously as the phone rings.
“Kitten?” he answers in a puzzled voice.
“Hi,” I say, swallowing a lump in my throat. “The only reason I hesitated to move in with you is because I’m job hunting and your house isn’t on the bus line.”
“Oh, Kitten—“
I cut him off before I change my mind. “But that doesn’t matter. I’ll walk three miles to the bus stop if I have to. I want to live with you...do you still want me?”
There’s a long silence and in that split second, I’m sick and lightheaded from the fear that I made a huge mistake telling him I wanted to move in.
Then he says, “I’m always going to want you. How soon can you move in?”
My anxiety immediately dissipates as a lightness fills my chest and makes me giggle. “How about this weekend? I’ll get some boxes and start packing.”
When he laughs, it sounds relieved, so I know everything will be all right. “I have some broken down boxes in the garage you can use. I’ll bring them over after work tomorrow.”
After we plan to see each other tomorrow and say goodbye, I set my phone aside. My entire body hums with happiness. I’m actually doing this!
As I jump to my feet, my legs turn to jelly and I’m woozy for a few seconds until the room stops spinning. I feel like I need to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming, but I have so many things to plan. I need to make a list!
I’m tapping out a to-do list on my phone when I think about my parents.
Fuck, I should tell them I’m moving in with the guy they don’t want me to see.
Do I have to tell them? I’m still pissed at my mom about Thanksgiving.
Ugh, it’s time to act like a responsible adult and talk to my mom.
Maybe I’ll wait and tell them after I move in, so they’ll be nicer about it because it’s already happened and they won’t be able to try and change my mind.
Yeah, that’s the way I’ll go. In the meantime, I have twenty million things that suddenly need to get done.
After I add two more things to my to-do list, I’m too excited to finish.
I get up from the couch and throw myself onto my bed.
I scream into a pillow, and then burst out laughing like an idiot.
As I release the stress I’ve been carrying, I kick my feet like I’m in high school again and my crush just smiled at me.
Holy fuck, I’m going to be Mike’s live-in submissive and I can’t think of anything that sounds better than that.
I lie there stunned for a few seconds, unable to believe I told Mike I wanted to move in with him, and he said yes.
Yes! I’m freaking out a little, but in a good way.
Rolling over, I wrap my arms around my stomach and stare at the ceiling.
My nerves are tingling with excitement about this next stage of our relationship.
My body relaxes in a way it hasn’t in weeks.
Everything seems to be working out for me and it’s an odd spot to be in after months of unhappiness.
I’m going to bask in the contentment and enjoy life for a change.
When Mike brings the boxes over after work, I’m waiting downstairs, hoping to cut him off at the pass and bring them up to my apartment myself. He hasn’t been in my apartment yet and now that I’m moving out, there’s no reason for him to ever see it.
As soon as he walks through the door with boxes under his arms, I give him a big smile and gesture towards the wall. “Hey lover, you can set those right there and I’ll ferry them upstairs. There’s no need for you to take them up.”
He gives me a stern look. “Kitten, if you want these boxes, I’m carrying them upstairs.”
Dammit, I think he’s on to me. When he continues to the staircase, I skip to catch up with him. “Um, okay. Follow me.”
When we reach my door, I open it and lead the way inside, bracing for the worst as he enters my tiny apartment. It’s torn apart from my packing, so it looks even worse than usual. After he sets the pile of boxes down, he glances around for a moment before pulling me against him for a long kiss.
He murmurs against my lips, “I’m happy you’re moving in with me, Kitten.”
When he doesn’t say anything negative about my apartment, an unexpected wave of love for him makes me emotional. Blinking away sudden tears, I smile. “Me, too.”
As soon as his lips meet mine again, everything else fades away and I get lost in our kiss. There’s a new energy between us now that I’m going to be his permanent sub, and I feel closer to him than I did last week. This is definitely what I want.
When he walks me backwards to the bed, I fall on it with him landing on top of me, our mouths still glued to each other’s.
There’s no mistaking his erection pushing against me as we wrestle with our clothing.
When his pants are down just enough to get his cock out and my panties are off, he pins my wrists to the bed.
“Have you been a good girl, Kitten?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I savor the weight of his body on top of me, and as soon as he presses into my soaking wet entrance, I spread my legs further so he can settle fully on top of me.
I groan as he buries his cock into me and begins to thrust, I wrap my legs around him as though I can absorb him into myself and keep him there.
He fucks me hard and fast as he growls, “We’re going to have to set limits or else I’m going to be using this freeuse pussy all day, whenever I want.”
I moan at how dirty that sounds. A huge part of me wants to be his live-in freeuse slut and give up total control of my body to him. As the waves of bliss build, I arch against him and pant out, “Maybe on set days?”
When he throbs inside me, I can’t hold back from the oncoming climax. I come hard, squeezing around him, moaning, “Freeuse Tuesdays!”
Ripples of pleasure run up and down my spine as I ride out the orgasm. He’s chasing his climax, and when he shudders and shoots warm cum into me, he shudders and groans, “And Fridays.”
In between gasps for air, I agree. “Okay.”
He slumps onto me and rolls over, dragging me onto his chest. I melt against him and his breath tickles me when he laughs. “Every day but Thursday?”
I cuddle against his warmth, too content to do anything but giggle. “Ha ha, funny guy. You get two days!”
“Deal,” he agrees as his fingers slip under my chin to guide my mouth to his for a lingering kiss that makes my toes curl.
When I settle back down onto his chest, he rubs circles on my back while I drift in a sea of happiness as I plan our future.
We’re going to Cherry’s St. Patrick’s Day freeuse party soon and I’ll have the option of wearing a red ribbon or a green ribbon.
A red one means no anal, but a green means anything goes.
Mike doesn’t know it yet, but I think it’s time to wear a green ribbon and offer him my ass.
A live-in freeuse slut might need it in every hole sometimes.