Chapter 15. His Question

I begin to move, climbing over him, so I am sitting on top of him and kissing him slowly, my hands, pulling his up to the top of the bed. I look him in the eyes and smile.

“My turn.” Before he has any chance to think, his hands are in the handcuffs. I reach down and grab the blindfold. He smiles down at me.

“Like I would say no, just no whips.” I slip the blindfold over his eyes and slowly start teasing him.

My hands run down his body, and my mouth kisses every inch of him.

“Alena.” He says my name, and I have to laugh. Can he not just not be in control for a change?

“Shall I get the gag to shut you up?”

“Not a fucking chance,” he quickly replies, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“Good. Shut up then.” I laugh as my mouth continues to tease him.

“Marry me.” I freeze, hearing his words. “Marry me, Alena.” I’m still frozen, he pulls his hands and breaks the cuffs, removing his blindfold and looking at me.

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