Page 34 of Dark Time

When I lifted my head away, he nipped my chin and then started to kiss me. He tore his lips away with a groan, and I took the moment to inhale deeply.

“You are mine, Emily.”

I had said it a hundred times to him, but it was something he needed to hear. It wasn’t necessarily ownership that he was proclaiming, though. It was his own emotions that he declared with that statement. He wanted me, he needed me, and he was mine as much as I was his. It was a moment that revealed just how vulnerable Dylan could be, hidden by the ownership claim.

“I am yours, Dylan,” I told him, my breath a pant at his ear. “You are mine.”

I clenched around him, my arms, my legs, my pussy until he suddenly came to a halt, just before his hips began to jerk into me.

“I’m coming, Emily. Fuck, I’m coming.”

That’s when something occurred to me. I thought I was due for my birth control shot. I went still beneath him and assured myself that everything I had read said it would take six months to get pregnant after the shot. Was that always the case?

I didn’t say anything to him. I just snuggled into his side and let my thoughts wander. Surely my gynecologist’s office would have called to remind me, though? Of course, they would, I reassured myself. With a sigh of relief, I got out of the bed and headed for the shower.

Dylan joined me, and we took the time to wash each other before we went to watch a movie in the living room. I’d decided to call the gynecologist tomorrow to find out when I needed to come in, and I didn’t worry about it anymore.

I wasn’t ready to have a baby, not yet. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to have kids. I did, but at the same time, I wasn't sure it was something I should do. I wasn't in a totally committed relationship. Dylan and I had never talked about children, other than the mention of birth control when we first met.

It wasn’t something I’d ever thought I’d have, not with the way my life was with my family. I wouldn’t have time to find a partner, much less get pregnant. Then, when I’d rebelled, I’d been looking to live and experience life, not strap myself with babies. Maybe someday, but not right now.

We went to sleep after the movie, and I didn’t worry about it anymore after that. I was too tired to worry, and the need to sleep overcame any lingering doubts. I was wrapped in Dylan’s arms, safe and warm, locked away from the evils of the world. We’d dealt with my migraines, and we were about to move into a new home that we’d designed together. We’d even picked out the furniture together. We had a brand new life waiting on us, and I couldn’t wait.

I snuggled closer to Dylan, even in my sleep, and found comfort from his nearness. Even unconscious, I needed the man who had made the world come alive for me.

Dylan

I spent the morning with Emily, in the bed of our old home for the last time. We were going to our new home tonight, and I couldn’t wait. I had a meeting with a candidate for the head of staff, and other than that, our day was free.

When I’d made her scream my name for the third time, I finally let up and rolled over to my side. She cradled herself next to me, and we both caught our breath. I tugged at her hair absentmindedly, the silky strands sliding through my fingers always a fascination for my unconscious mind. It was something I did often, without realizing it.

“Do you want breakfast, darling?” I asked, my brain still not totally functional.

“I think we have a Danish left. We haven’t been to the grocery store since we’re leaving here tonight.”

“That will work. It sounds so empty in here now, without all of our stuff.” I still hadn’t moved, and she didn’t show any signs of wanting to get up either.

It didn’t bother me. All I wanted to do was lie there until I could feel my legs again.

“It does, but we’ll be in the new place tonight. Although, I will miss that pool.”

“That’s why we have the hot tub. Not as good for exercise, but we can find other things to do in it.” I could hear how dirty my chuckle was, and that made me snort.

“Are we just two sex perverts who can’t get enough of each other?” she asked with a hint of laughter.

“Nymphomaniacs, you mean. We could be. Only for each other. I don’t have the energy, or the desire, to fuck anyone else.”

“You wear me out too, you know? My poor legs are still shaking underneath the covers.” She glanced down and laughed again.

“I know, I can feel them.” She pinched my side when I said that, and I finally slid out of the bed. I ran to the kitchen, microwaved the sweet pastries in the package they came in, and brought the carton of orange juice in. “I thought there was no sense in dirtying up dishes; we’ll live decadently.”

“That’s fine, I just need something cold to drink to take my medicine.” She reached for the pill box she used to keep track of her dosages, and popped one of her pills in her mouth. “That’s done then. I’ll shower and head over to the new place with the last of the boxes, shall I?”

“I’ll help. I don’t have that meeting until lunch time.”

I’d hired a cleaning agency to come in and clean the place up after we left, and I’d arranged for the keys to be delivered to the agency that rented the place out. I was kind of sad to leave it, but at the same time, glad to. I’d dismantled everything in the play room and thrown most of it away. I’d kept the toys and the restraints, but the rest of it? I didn’t think I needed it anymore.

Emily satisfied me in ways that I didn’t know a woman could. I wouldn’t give up the dom role completely, but I didn’t need the room to hide away in anymore. I hadn’t told Emily yet, but she’d figure it out soon enough.