Bound by Duty

Ally's eyes fluttered open as she heard the sound of the front door opening. She smiled to herself, knowing that Michael was finally home. It had been months since they'd last seen each other, and the distance had been weighing heavily on her. She threw off the covers and quickly got out of bed, smoothing out her nightgown as she made her way to the living room. Michael was already there, dropping his duffel bag on the floor as he looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. Ally's heart swelled with love and adoration as she gazed at Michael. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. His dark hair was cut short, revealing a hint of stubble on his cheeks. "Hey, baby," Michael said, his deep voice sending shivers down Ally's spine. He opened his arms, and Ally rushed into them, feeling a sense of safety and security that she only ever felt when she was with him. Michael held her close, his hands roaming over her body as he inhaled the scent of her hair. Ally felt a flutter in her chest as she realized that he was already in Dom mode, his touch possessive and commanding. "I've missed you so much," Ally whispered, her voice muffled against Michael's chest. "I've missed you too, baby," Michael replied, his voice low and husky. "But I'm home now, and I'm not going anywhere for a while." Ally smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that Michael's deployments could be unpredictable, but for now, she was just grateful to have him home. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be – with Michael, her Dom, her lover, and her everything. But as they pulled back to gaze into each other's eyes, Ally saw something there that gave her pause. A hint of darkness, of tension, that she hadn't seen before. "What's wrong?" Ally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Michael's expression softened, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Nothing, baby," he said. "I'm just glad to be home." But Ally knew Michael too well. She knew that there was something bothering him, something that he wasn't telling her. And as they stood there, locked in each other's gaze, Ally felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. She knew that Michael's return home was only the beginning of a new chapter in their lives – one that would be filled with challenges, and secrets, and desires that would test their bond in ways they never thought possible. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt Michael's warmth seep into her bones. She breathed in the scent of his skin, a mix of leather, sweat, and something uniquely him. It was a smell that made her feel safe, loved, and desired. Michael's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips. Ally felt a shiver run down her spine as he touched her, his caress sending sparks of electricity through her veins. "I've missed you so much," Michael whispered, his breath hot against Ally's ear. "I've missed your touch, your taste, your smell. I've missed everything about you." Ally's heart swelled with emotion as she heard Michael's words. She felt the same way, had felt the same way since the moment they'd met. It was as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, meant to fit together in a way that no one else ever could. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of timelessness wash over her. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love. Michael's lips brushed against Ally's, sending shivers down her spine. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it spoke volumes about the depth of their love. "I love you," Michael whispered, his voice barely audible. "I love you too," Ally replied, her voice equally soft. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be – with Michael, her love, her heart, her everything. As they stood there, lost in each other's eyes, Ally felt Michael's love wrap around her like a warm blanket. It was a feeling she'd grown accustomed to over the years, but it still took her breath away. Michael's hands cradled Ally's face, his thumbs tracing the curves of her cheeks. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, a passion that made Ally's heart skip a beat. "My love, my heart, my everything," Michael whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "You are the reason I breathe, the reason I live. Without you, I am nothing." Ally's eyes welled up with tears as she heard Michael's words. She felt the same way, had felt the same way since the moment they'd met. It was as if they were two souls, meant to be together, meant to love each other with every fiber of their being. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of completeness wash over her. It was as if she'd finally found her missing piece, her soulmate, her forever love. Michael's lips brushed against Ally's, sending shivers down her spine. It was a gentle kiss, a soft caress, but it spoke volumes about the depth of their love. "I love you more with every passing day," Michael whispered, his breath hot against Ally's ear. "I love you more with every passing moment," Ally replied, her voice barely audible. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of timelessness wash over her. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love. In that moment, Ally knew that she would never let Michael go. He was hers, and she was his, and nothing would ever come between them. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt Michael's heart beating against her chest. It was a rhythmic thud, a steady pulse that seemed to match the beat of her own heart. Michael's hands roamed over Ally's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips. Ally felt a shiver run down her spine as he touched her, his caress sending sparks of electricity through her veins. "I've missed your touch," Ally whispered, her voice barely audible. Michael's lips brushed against Ally's ear. "I've missed yours too," he whispered back. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of connection that went beyond words. It was as if they were two souls, connected by an invisible thread, a thread that vibrated with every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise. Michael's hands slid down Ally's back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. Ally felt a shiver run down her spine as he touched her, his caress sending sparks of electricity through her veins. "I love you," Michael whispered, his breath hot against Ally's ear. "I love you too," Ally replied, her voice barely audible. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of peace settle over her. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love. In that moment, Ally knew that she would never let Michael go. He was hers, and she was his, and nothing would ever come between them. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt Michael's love wrap around her like a warm blanket. It was a feeling she'd grown accustomed to over the years, but it still took her breath away. And as they stood there, lost in each other's eyes, Ally knew that their love would last a lifetime. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Michael's eyes gazed deeply into Ally's. "I missed you so much when I was in Germany," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Ally's heart swelled with love and sympathy. She knew how hard it had been for Michael to be away from her, especially during the box rotation. It was a grueling training exercise, one that had pushed him to his limits. "I missed you too," Ally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every day felt like an eternity without you." Michael's lips brushed against Ally's ear. "I felt like a part of me was missing," he whispered. "I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. All I could think about was getting back to you." Ally's heart melted at Michael's words. She knew that he had been through a tough time, but she had no idea that he had missed her that much. "I'm sorry," Ally whispered, feeling a pang of guilt. "I wish I could have been there with you." Michael's arms tightened around her. "You were with me," he said. "In my heart, in my thoughts. You're always with me, Ally." As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of connection that went beyond words. It was as if they were two souls, connected by an invisible thread, a thread that vibrated with every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise. And as they stood there, lost in each other's eyes, Ally knew that their love would overcome any obstacle, no matter how great. "I felt so lost without you," Michael whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "The days blended together in a blur of training and drills. But every night, I'd lie awake, thinking of you." Ally's heart ached with sympathy. She knew how hard it had been for Michael to be away from her, and she was grateful that he was home safe. "I'd think about the way you smile, the way you laugh," Michael continued. "I'd think about the way you always know how to make me feel better. And I'd wonder what you were doing, if you were thinking of me too." Ally's eyes welled up with tears. She had thought about Michael every day, every hour, every minute. She had wondered if he was safe, if he was thinking of her. "I was thinking of you," Ally whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was thinking of you every day, every hour. I missed you so much." Michael's arms tightened around her. "I'm home now," he whispered. "I'm home, and I'm not going anywhere." As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that Michael was home, and that he was safe. And she knew that their love would only continue to grow stronger. "I love you," Michael whispered, his breath hot against Ally's ear. "I love you too," Ally replied, her voice barely audible. As they stood there, lost in each other's eyes, Ally knew that their love would overcome any obstacle, no matter how great. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Michael's demeanor shifted. His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, and his voice took on a commanding tone. "Ally, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were meant to be mine," Michael said, his voice low and husky. "And now that I'm home, I'm not going to waste any more time." Ally's heart skipped a beat as Michael's hands roamed over her body. His touch was possessive, commanding, and it sent shivers down her spine. "I want to put a baby in you," Michael whispered, his breath hot against Ally's ear. "I want to feel you swell with my child, to see the look of motherhood on your face." Ally's eyes widened in surprise, but Michael's words also sent a thrill through her. She had always dreamed of having children with Michael, of building a family with the man she loved. "Michael, I..." Ally started to say, but Michael's lips silenced her. "Don't say anything, Ally," Michael commanded. "Just know that it's going to happen. I'm going to make you mine, completely and utterly. And I'm going to start right now." As Michael's words hung in the air, Ally felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would take her to the heights of pleasure and the depths of submission. And she couldn't wait. Ally's eyes dropped to the floor as Michael's words washed over her. She felt a familiar sense of submission wash over her, a sense of surrender to Michael's dominance. "Yes, Sir," Ally whispered, her voice barely audible. Michael's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "I'm going to take care of you, Ally," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm going to make sure you're pregnant with my child, and then I'm going to take care of you and our baby." Ally felt a surge of excitement mixed with a little fear. She had always known that Michael was a dominant man, but she had never felt his dominance as strongly as she did in this moment. As Michael's hands roamed over her body, Ally felt herself melting into his touch. She was his, completely and utterly, and she knew that she would do anything to make him happy. "I'm yours, Sir," Ally whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Michael's lips brushed against her ear. "I know you are, Ally," he whispered. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." As Michael's lips brushed against her ear, Ally felt a shiver run down her spine. She was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of Michael's touch. But as she looked out the window, Ally's gaze was caught by the beauty of the March day. The sun was shining, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The trees were beginning to bud, their branches swollen with new life. "It's so pretty outside," Ally whispered, her voice barely audible. Michael's hands tightened around her waist. "What's pretty, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "The flowers, the trees," Ally replied, her eyes still fixed on the window. "Everything is so beautiful in March." Michael's lips brushed against her ear. "You're the only beauty I see," he whispered. Ally felt a surge of emotion at Michael's words. She knew that he loved her, that he thought she was beautiful. And in this moment, she felt beautiful, felt like the only woman in the world. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be – with Michael, the man she loved. As Ally stood there, wrapped in Michael's arms, she felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She was happy to have Michael home, happy to feel his strong arms around her and his warm breath against her ear. But at the same time, Ally couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability that had settled over her. Michael's words, his touch, had awakened a deep longing within her, a longing to surrender to him completely. Ally felt her heart racing, her pulse pounding in her veins. She was scared, but she was also excited. She knew that Michael would take care of her, that he would push her to her limits but never beyond. As she looked up at Michael, Ally saw the desire burning in his eyes. She knew that he wanted her, wanted to claim her as his own. And she knew that she was ready to give herself to him, to surrender to his love and his dominance. "I feel so overwhelmed," Ally whispered, her voice barely audible. Michael's arms tightened around her. "I've got you, baby," he whispered back. "I'll always take care of you." Ally felt a surge of emotion at Michael's words. She knew that she could trust him, that he would always be there to catch her when she fell. As Ally stood there, wrapped in Michael's arms, she felt a sudden urge to express her love and devotion to him. Her eyes drifted to the rose tattoo on his chest, a symbol of their love and commitment to each other. Without thinking, Ally reached out and gently traced the outline of the rose with her finger. Michael's eyes watched her, his gaze burning with intensity. Then, in a bold move, Ally leaned in and began to draw over the tattoo with her finger, adding delicate petals and intricate details. Michael's eyes never left hers, his face a mask of desire and adoration. As Ally drew, she felt a sense of possession wash over her. This was her man, her love, and she was marking him as hers. The feeling was primal, yet intimate, and it sent shivers down her spine. Michael's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You're mine," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Ally's eyes locked onto his, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm yours," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. She was home, and she was his. Michael's eyes burned with intensity as he gazed at Ally. "I've been thinking about you nonstop since I got back," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about all the things I want to do to you." Ally's heart skipped a beat as Michael's words sent shivers down her spine. She knew that look in his eyes, that tone in his voice. It was the look of a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and was determined to get it. "I want to touch you, to taste you, to feel you wrapped around me," Michael continued, his words painting a vivid picture in Ally's mind. "I want to make you scream with pleasure, to make you beg for more." Ally felt her breath catch in her throat as Michael's words washed over her. She was already wet, already ready for him. And as she looked into his eyes, she knew that she was in for a wild ride. "I want to claim you, to mark you as mine," Michael whispered, his voice full of possession. "I want to make you mine, body and soul." Ally felt a surge of excitement mixed with a little fear. She knew that Michael was a dominant man, a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was her. Michael's eyes roamed over Ally's body, his gaze lingering on each curve and contour. "I've been thinking about your toys, Ally," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about each one, and how I'm going to use it to bring you pleasure." Ally felt a shiver run down her spine as Michael's words painted a vivid picture in her mind. She knew that he was talking about the collection of toys they had gathered over the years, each one designed to bring her maximum pleasure. "Your vibrator, for example," Michael continued, his voice dripping with seduction. "I'm going to use it to tease you, to bring you to the edge of orgasm and then pull you back." Ally felt her breath catch in her throat as Michael's words washed over her.She could almost feel the vibrator humming to life, could almost feel the sensation of it against her skin. "And your n****e clamps,Michael whispered, his voice full of excitement. "I'm going to use those to add a little extra sensation, to make you feel like you're being pushed to your limits." Ally felt a surge of anticipation mixed with a little fear. She knew that the n****e clamps were intense, that they would add a whole new level of sensation to their play. "And your plug," Michael continued, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to use that to fill you up, to make you feel like you're being stretched to your limits." Ally felt her heart racing, her pulse pounding in her veins. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would push her to her limits and beyond. Michael's eyes burned with desire as he gazed at Ally.My love, I've been dreaming of this moment for so long,he whispered, his voice dripping with romance. "I've been dreaming of holding you in my arms, of feeling your skin against mine." Ally's heart skipped a beat as Michael's words washed over her. She felt like she was melting into his gaze, like she was being consumed by his love. Michael's eyes gazed deeply into Ally's, his soul connecting with hers on a profound level. "Ally, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one for me,he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "You light up my world in ways I never thought possible." Ally's heart swelled with love and adoration as she listened to Michael's words. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his eyes, like she was being pulled into a sea of passion and devotion. "I love the way you make me laugh, the way you always know how to make me feel better," Michael continued, his voice dripping with sincerity. I love the way you always support me, the way you believe in me even when I don't believe in myself." As Michael spoke, his hands cradled Ally's face, his thumbs tracing the curves of her cheeks. Ally felt like she was being worshipped, like she was the only person in the world who mattered. "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, Ally," Michael whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I want to wake up every morning with you by my side, to fall asleep every night with your hand in mine. Ally felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as Michael's words washed over her. She knew that she was loved, truly and deeply loved. And she knew that she would never let Michael go. I want to cherish you, to adore you," Michael continued, his voice full of emotion. I want to make love to you, to feel your body wrapped around mine As Michael spoke, his hands began to roam over Ally's body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips. Ally felt like she was being worshipped, like she was the only woman in the world. My love, you are so beautiful,Michael whispered, his breath hot against Ally's ear. "You are so precious to me. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy Ally felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as Michael's words washed over her. She knew that she was loved, truly and deeply loved. And she knew that she would never let Michael go. The room they were in was a tranquil oasis, a serene escape from the chaos of the outside world. Soft, golden light spilled in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the space. The walls were painted a soothing shade of pale blue, and the floors were made of rich, dark hardwood. A plush area rug in a deep, velvety red added a pop of color to the room, and a sleek, modern sofa in a crisp, creamy white provided a comfortable seating area. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers, and the sound of soft music drifted through the space, adding to the relaxing ambiance. But Ally didn't notice any of these details. Her entire focus was on Michael, on the way he was looking at her, on the way he was making her feel. She was lost in his eyes, lost in the depths of his love. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Ally felt like she was home. She felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be. As Ally stood there, wrapped in Michael's arms, she couldn't help but think about what she wanted him to do next. She wanted him to kiss her, to claim her lips with his own. She wanted him to touch her, to explore every inch of her body. She wanted him to take control, to show her who was boss. She wanted him to be rough, to be demanding, to be the dominant man she knew he was. Ally's thoughts were a jumbled mix of desire and need, of want and longing. She felt like she was drowning in her own emotions, like she was being swept away by a tidal wave of passion. As she looked up at Michael, Ally saw the desire burning in his eyes. She saw the need, the want, the longing. And she knew that he was thinking the same thing she was. Without saying a word, Michael seemed to sense Ally's thoughts. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Ally felt a shiver run down her spine as Michael's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. It was a kiss that left her breathless, a kiss that left her wanting more. And as Ally looked up at Michael, she knew that she was in for a wild ride. As Michael kissed Ally, he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted her. He wanted to devour her, to consume her, to make her his own. He thought about all the things he wanted to do to her, all the ways he wanted to touch her, to taste her, to explore her. He wanted to be rough, to be demanding, to show her who was boss. But at the same time, Michael also wanted to be gentle, to be soft, to show Ally how much he cared for her. He wanted to cherish her, to adore her, to make her feel like the only woman in the world. As he looked into Ally's eyes, Michael saw the desire burning there, the need, the want, the longing. And he knew that he was thinking the same thing she was. "I want you," Michael whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want you too,Ally replied, her voice equally soft. Without saying another word, Michael swept Ally into his arms, carrying her to the bed. As they fell onto the soft mattress, Michael knew that this was just the beginning of their wild ride. As Ally lay beneath Michael, she couldn't help but think about the baby he had promised to put inside her. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a little fear. She thought about how her body would change, how her belly would swell with the growing life inside her. She thought about the tiny hands and feet, the first cries and coos. Ally's heart swelled with love and anticipation as she imagined holding their child in her arms. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, that there would be sleepless nights and exhausting days. But she also knew that it would be worth it, that every moment would be filled with joy and love. And as she looked up at Michael, she knew that he would be an amazing father, that he would love and cherish their child with every fiber of his being. "I'm ready,Ally whispered, her voice barely audible. Michael's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "I know you are," he whispered back. And I'm ready too." As Michael's lips brushed against Ally's, she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was a soft, gentle kiss, one that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. The first kiss was like a whispered promise, a promise of the passion and love that was to come. Michael's lips were warm and inviting, and Ally felt herself melting into his touch. The second kiss was deeper, more intense. Michael's tongue slipped into Ally's mouth, exploring every inch of her. It was a kiss that left her breathless, a kiss that made her feel like she was drowning in his love. As they broke apart for a moment, Ally gasped for air. But Michael didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. He swept in for another kiss, this one even more passionate and intense than the last. The third kiss was like a flame, burning hot and bright. It was a kiss that consumed her, a kiss that made her feel like she was the only person in the world. And as they kissed, Ally felt like she was home. She felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be in Michael's arms, surrounded by his love As Michael's lips devoured hers, Ally's mind was a jumbled mix of thoughts and emotions. She felt like she was drowning in his love, like she was being swept away by a tidal wave of passion. "Oh my god, I'm so in love with him," Ally thought to herself, her heart racing with excitement. As Michael's tongue slipped into her mouth, Ally felt a shiver run down her spine. She thought about how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. "I want him to take me, to claim me as his own, Ally thought, her mind filled with desire. As they broke apart for a moment, Ally gasped for air.But Michael didnt give her a chance to catch her breath. He swept in for another kiss, this one even more passionate and intense than the last