by Mimi Tulane
As he gripped her hips, Imani lifted herself and positioned his thick stalk, placing the wide, flared crest of his head at the entrance of her needy hole. Lowering herself upon him, she felt her muscles resisting then giving way, being stretched much further than she had been on the Sybian’s phallus. Imani reveled in the feel of him as her body gave way and accepted his entry.
“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking tight! Fuck!” he groaned out, and Imani took great pleasure in knowing he’d found his home inside of her. He was hers, and maybe she would never be a perfect sub, but for him she was perfect just as she was.
They moved as one together, creating the magic between them. He gripped her ass firmly, smacking the cheeks, warming them as she bounced and stroked him with her pussy. He kept his eyes open, watching the subtle changes in her face as she grew closer to the edge, nearing her climax. He was right there with her when they fell over together, falling off the sweet precipice into blissful completion.
Falling forward, she rested her cheek upon his chest, their breathing labored from their lovemaking. “I love you, Mac,” she said. Her eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of his embrace.
“I love you, too, Imani. I want you to live with me, make this house a true home for me. Imani, I don’t want you to be my sub,” he said. Jerking up abruptly, he moved her from upon his chest, leaving the bed to walk over to his bureau, leaving a confused Imani behind him.
“Mac, you said I didn’t disappoint you!” she said, her heart hammering and her eyes welling with tears.
When he turned from the bureau, he held a small box in his hand. Walking over to the bed, he sat down and opened it. “No, you don’t disappoint me. You could never do that, baby girl, don’t ever think that. I wasn’t completely truthful earlier. I left for a service call, but I also went to pick up this.”
In the box was a jade and diamond engagement ring. Imani’s heart skipped a beat.
“I knew I had fallen for you, Imani, and I also knew I would never be totally satisfied until I owned you. Not as a Dominant to his submissive, but as a man to his wife. Imani, will you marry me?” he asked her with his heart on his sleeve. He was open and exposed. The idea of not having this woman in his life was one he could not entertain.
Imani looked from his face to the ring he held out then back to his face. His earnest plea she absorbed down within the fabric of her innermost being. “Yes, Mac! Yes, I’ll marry you, love. Oh, God, I thought you didn’t want me anymore!” She threw her arms around him, holding him tightly.
“Baby, I want you in my life forever, even longer if that were possible.” He pulled away, gently wiping the tears from her eyes then took the ring out of the box to show her the engraving.
“It reads: Owned for life, one heart, one mind, one soul. Imani, you just made me one very happy man.”
Slipping the ring on her finger, he kissed her, holding her to him for dear life.
Imani felt she had found more with Mac than a hot fantasy. She’d found her life, her breath, and a new reason for being. The Dominant part of him was intertwined with who he was, the man she’d come to love. He didn’t wear his Dominance like a coat to be put on and taken off, but like the skin that clothed his body, it was all over him. He didn’t wield his authority over her like a hammer upon an anvil. She’d given her consent, her body and heart to him willingly and received so much more in return. Maybe instinctively she’d known she needed this man in her life. Imani could not have ever imagined when this weekend began that it would end up like this, with Mac asking her to become his partner for life. No matter what road they took, the point was that they would travel it together as one. Her curious journey with Mac was not over. It truly had just begun.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mimi Tulane dreams and writes from her home in Phoenix, Arizona. Curiously Curious is her first published book.
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