on the heels of each count, and then Jamison rubbed his big calloused hand over her, making the burn spread. Ivone tried to focus.
“Those ten were for withholding, sub. The next are for your presumption, and for not trusting me to accept you regardless, and for not believing I cared about you enough. They will be at my discretion. No safe word.”
Ivone wouldn’t have used it anyway. They both needed this. She deserved it. She relaxed and he began.
She next became vaguely aware of lying facedown on the bed, cool lotion being applied to what were very sore buttocks. Ivone could feel the tears drying on her face, and she was absolutely emotionally drained. She had no idea how long she had been off in her head, but Jamison had been patient. He stretched out beside her and touched her cheek. He looked at peace, and the love in his eyes shone back at her like a beacon. Ivone managed a smile, and he reached for her left hand. She felt him slip a cool circlet over her ring finger and Ivone nearly laughed, despite her languor. It was so typical of Jamison to simply indicate his intent of marrying her, not asking her, just declaring it. This time she was content to accept his arrogance for he was correct in his presumptiveness, and he would have chosen the ring with taste and care to please her.
He maneuvered her up on her side, pulling her to him, hitching her thigh over his hip. His cock found her opening with ease and pushed inside. He filled her, completed her, and they rocked together for a long time as Ivone gently ran her thumb over the raised stone in her engagement ring, another symbol of Jamison’s love for her. He finally reached between them to where they were joined and stroked her clit. Ivone shuddered in a gentle release and felt him come as she quivered around his cock, his hot ejaculate bathing her womb.
“Love you, Ivone.”
Ivone smiled. This wasn’t a competition. It wasn’t about taking a risk any longer. She knew Jamison saw and felt the love in her heart. But he had said it first. “Love you, too, Jamison.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.
Also by Allyson Young
Ménage Amour: The Promise
Ménage and More: Forgiveness
Ménage Amour: Running to Love 1: Away
Siren Allure: Running to Love 2: Broken
Siren Classic: Club Pleasure 1: Wishes
Siren Allure: Club Pleasure 2: Madness
Ménage Amour: Aspire 1: Near Perfection
Ménage Amour: Aspire 2: True Perfection
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