Page 229 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“Am I fucked up?” The words leave my mouth without me realizing the question wasn’t locked inside my head.

“Why would you ask that?” he asks, leaning to look at my face.

He cups my chin and forces me to look at him drawing my gaze away from the drops of red flowing down my chest into the water.

“Because…I love looking at these marks.”

I trace the one that runs from my neck down between my breasts. It doesn’t seem to have bled as much as the one on my breast did, but the skin is raised and stings.

“I love seeing the marks on me from you. I feel more in control when you have me restrained than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Why?”

“Because you’re in control, Willow.”

He takes my hand and brings it to his lips kissing the back of each of my knuckles.

“You decide how far we go. You set the boundaries. I will only continue based on your response, testing your limits. But if you ever said red, I would untie you immediately and then bring you right in here for your aftercare.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Your pleasure and happiness are my priority. I told you that.”

“But what if you…”

“Doesn’t matter. If you said red, we’re done. Pain and pleasure only go together if we’re willing to listen to each other. Otherwise, it’s just pain. And I don’t know if you know this, but I really, really love pleasuring you.”

I can’t help but laugh. He tilts his head curiously at me.

“What is it?” he asks.

“I couldn’t tell…You only gave me like what? Four orgasms?”

“Five, actually. I wanted to go longer and see if I could get you to hit ten, but you kind of passed out.”

“Did you at least…?”

“Oh yeah. I filled you up. Are you still on birth control? Cause if not…” I can hear the smile on his lips when he says this.

“I’m still on it.”

“Damn,” he mutters under his breath, but I still hear him.

“Do you actually want kids? Or does the idea just entice you?”

“Well, I’m not going to lie, the image of my cum dripping out of you will stay burned into my mind forever because it was hot as fuck. But yes, I’ve thought about kids. As long as it’s what you want. I told you, as long as I have you in my life, I don’t care what happens.”

“Boy or girl?” I ask as I face forward and rest my body against his. The water is cold now and it’s causing goosebumps to pebble across my skin.

“One of each.”

“One of each?” I ask.

“Yep. A boy with my eyes and your strawberry blonde hair, and a girl that has your eyes but my dark hair.”

“Damn. Do you have names picked out?” I can feel him tense behind me. “Oh my God, you do?!”

“I mean…kind of.”

“Tell me,” I beg.