Bought my Life

8. Between Family

***Him***Tuscanton Castle*** Monday

I pull out her IPhone from my pocket; “I.T. was able to connect to your existing cloud and if you want they can transfer all your data; so it would be the latest backup you made…” I told her. “Really? It would be like my old phone?” She asks. “Exactly, you would have all your contacts, pictures and whatever else is saved on there. Also I would like you to carry your phone with you at all times when I am not with you,” I say as I hand her the phone. “Are you tracking me?” “I am tracking your phone,” I answered. “Why?” She asked me . “It reassures me to know that I can find you if I need to; I don’t track your every move, I like some control Ivy but I trust you and I respect your privacy.” I responded.

“Is it necessary?” “Ivy, it would relieve my anxiety… if you get lost or something happens and I need to locate you discretely; please my love, I made it so you can track my phone as well… It is only fair. I will show you how the app works; I need to always be able to find you for as long as you are mine,” he says with a smile. She had never seen the extent of my protective side; she wasn’t sure how much she liked it… “You don’t have to worry, Ivy, I just prefer to be safe rather than sorry; I might use this app a dozen times in our lifetime,” I say after a few minutes of silence. “Marcus, I understand where you are coming from but it makes me uncomfortable; it gives you so much power over me,” she responded.

I grab her face softly and stare into her eyes. “I love you more than anyone, and I allow you to have the same power over me; knowing where you are is essential to me as losing you is my biggest fear…” I answered before kissing her deeply. She then understood that I was suiting my own anxiety and I wasn’t trying to control her. “Marcus, I understand, I am not joyful about being tracked down but if it bothers you that much to not be able to find me then I will tolerate it,” she tells me. I kiss her deeply again, “Ivy, I promise to never abuse it,” I say as I slide my hand down her face. “Marcus, I really appreciate that you are honest with me,” she says. “I cannot tell you everything but I will also never tell any lies, I promise,” I tell her as I hold a piece of bread to her lips; she nibbles my finger before licking off the piece of bread from my hand. She aroused me, she knew how very well, I wasn’t always sure if she did intentionally but regardless it worked.

I keep telling myself to wait a few days until we are married but I can’t think straight when she has me excited. Her body was still stiff; I knew she wouldn’t fall asleep unless I made love to her and she needed to be well rested. “Why are you still so tense? Ivy is something bothering you?” I ask her. “It makes me nervous to be in a new environment…” she answers. “I understand baby, let’s take a shower together; I want to massage your body with soap and wash your beautiful black hair,” I suggested. She bites into an olive, swallows her wine and stands up. “I would love a shower,” she says. I led her to the bathroom; she put her arms up inviting me to take her clothes off; her body had gained curves… probably closer to what she looked like before she was abducted. I loved watching her naked; I just wanted to kiss her, nibble her and please her. “You are mine, Ivy, and I want to spend my life pleasing your body and mind,”

I turn on the water to warm it up and I take my clothes off. I held her in my arms and kissed her deeply; the feeling of her naked body against mine made me forget about the world. I turn on the shower head and lead her under the warm water. I could feel her nerves calming down and her anxiety leaving her body; I caressed her shoulders and took her n*****s in my mouth one after the other. She was moaning softly; her body felt strong but so vulnerable at the same time. I then spin her around and start washing her back; I had never noticed the faint thin white line scars on her back. I was horrified at the thought of someone hurting her… these scars were from being caned. “From the first time I tried to escape…” she says as she noticed that I was caressing and kissing her scars. She turns around to face me, she makes eye contact with me, and she kisses me deeply. “Don’t worry, it is over now,” she says when she notices my horrified expression. “No one will ever lay a hand on you again” I whisper to her ear, holding her tight against me.

She felt my erection against her, “Marcus, I want you,” her words were like fuel on fire. “Let me finish washing you, baby,” I answered. I started washing her hair and once the shampoo was all rinsed out; she grabbed a cloth and started washing my body softly. She strokes my erection innocently, making me groan, “Ivy you make me crazy for you” I say as I wash my hair quickly. I finished washing her body then I held her up in my arms and she wrapped her legs around my hips; pushed her against the shower wall. She is so beautiful, I tease her with my erection then penetrate her slowly as she moans softly and digs her nails into my neck. I was building a faster rhythm making her moan louder; she was close, it was the moment I enjoyed the most. The tension was building up and I could tell she was resisting; she didn’t like to lose control. “Let it go baby, come for me,” I whispered to her. She needed that encouragement to let herself climax; I could feel the tension leaving her body. I drop her down to the floor slowly, then I turn off the water, I wrap her in a towel then myself; we barely dried ourselves before reaching the bed.

***Her***Tuscanton Castle***Monday

Marcus lay on his back encouraging me to ride him; my hair was messy and wet, I dried it with a towel quickly then crawled on top of him. My legs across his body I decide to take him in my mouth, licking and sucking him until he pushes my face away accusing me of making him come too soon. “One day you will blow in my mouth Lord Hastleton,” I whisper to his ear. He smiles as I place myself onto his erection, he is sitting up between my legs with his hands around my waist helping me bounce. His body was fit, his erection filled me and the motion of our hips were leading me towards a violent orgasm.

I woke up naked in Marcus’ arms, he was still asleep, I was not looking forward to having to prove that I was indeed alive today. I always felt safe when Marcus was around but I couldn’t have him by my side at all times so I enjoyed the times I could be with him. He looked so innocent when he was asleep, I didn’t dare to wake him.

***Him***Tuscanton Castle*** Tuesday

Ivy was already awake when I woke up, we were laying naked; her skin was soft but now that I noticed her scars I couldn’t unsee them, they were barely noticeable. What happened to my sweet Ivy during her months of captivity? She didn’t like to talk about it and I didn’t like to bring it up. “Good Morning,” Ivy said when she noticed I was awake. “Good morning, my love,” I replied. “Thank you for last night,” she says. “Don’t thank me, Ivy, there is nothing I enjoy more in the world than to please you,” I replied as I kissed her forehead. “Don’t be nervous, it will be mostly informal; the only official part will be fingerprints and facial recognition which will take fifteen minutes. After the judge will question you and ask for further details; the goal is to issue a warrant against your father.” I knew it was going to be difficult for her and I wasn’t too sure how to comfort her.

My cousin took me aside “Marcus, did you prepare a prenuptial contract?” Jake asks me discreetly. “I don’t plan on doing so… she already signed the papers regarding the family estate but when it comes to what I own, she deserves half. If she wants to leave me, I probably will deserve it,” I answer. “Do you even know her well enough to blindly marry her without a prenup?” Jake was asking. “I know her well, I had her and everyone she knows investigated and she is clean; I do trust her with my life.”

After spending two nights at Tuscanton castle, all of Marcus’ family were travelling back to Hastleton Villa with us tonight; they were celebrating our wedding tomorrow. I was keeping Ivy reassured by holding her hand or her knee; she knew I was there for her, and it was all that mattered.