So far, everything was going according to plan.
I scooped her off the wall, removed the cuffs and her plug, and carried her to the couch as I’d dreamt of doing a million times over.
None of this felt real.
She was with me. Alone. I’d been inside of her. She was mine now.
That last point would stir up trouble between us. Gigi didn’t know my plans to keep her here until she accepted we were slaves to each other.
Her face turned towards me, seeking reassurance, or affirmation, and our breaths mingled in intimate confession. She smelled like the place where I wanted to live forever.
Not here in this modest cabin.
We’d reside in the home I bought for us on a larger piece of land. It had a lake, space for a garden, and enough room for a family.
I had no illusions about who she was—always
