Page 109 of Required Surrender

“Shush. Patience.” He moved to a less crowded part of the hotel and into one of the women’s bathrooms.

“What are you doing? You can’t be in here.”

“Sweetheart. Haven’t you figured out that I rarely follow rules?” he asked with a salacious grin on his face.

“That’s right. You’re a true rebel.”

He pushed me against the counter, pressing the full weight of his body against me. His cock was rock hard, which did nothing for trying to keep my composure. “I couldn’t wait to give you a small gift.”

When he pulled a black velvet box from his pocket, I squirmed against him. “Whoa. Hold on.”

He grinned as only the huge man with the carved face could do. “I’m not asking you to marry me. Yet. However, in my mind this is something equally as important.”

As he held the box in front of me, I held my breath, my hand shaking as I took it into my fingers. I threw him a heated look in the mirror before opening it. The heart was one incredible ruby surrounded by diamonds, the stunning piece of jewelry designed for a necklace. And I knew exactly what it was for. A single tear slipped down my cheek. “For a collar.”

The brush of his fingers gentle against the tender skin of my neck, he nodded. “In time when you’ve healed. Would you do the honor of becoming my submissive?”

While I didn’t know there was such a special ceremony, joy rushed through my heart. “Yes. I mean, yes, sir.”

“Master will do.”

I laughed as another tear slipped past my lashes.

“I also have another surprise. Tomorrow, your nipples are getting pierced.” There was such joy in his eyes, more so than I thought possible. I had no real understanding of what all aspects of my life would hold in the future, but there was one thing that I knew without a shadow of a doubt. I loved this man and I would honor my pledge to him as I would on the day, hopefully, that he asked me to become his wife.

“I’d like that.”

“Good. Now, I think my bratty little bird needs a lesson in following orders.” When he jerked up my dress, heat rose in my cheeks.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You lied about the dresses.”

“I did,” I murmured, my face turning red.

“And let’s try almost getting yourself killed and almost giving me a heart attack.”

“Oh, that. Sir.”

When he cracked his hand against my bottom, a feeling of peace swept through me. Happiness wasn’t achieved through wealth and power but through the joys of sharing life and love with family and friends.

And with the love of my life.

My hero.

My master.

The End