Tasha’s eyes got big and filled with tears. She could hardly breathe. She knew what was coming. She had dreamed of this but never really expected it to happen. Tim had told her several times that he loved her, and she always returned the sentiment to him. But she often wondered, with everything that had happened, if maybe he was just saying it because of her kidnapping, and wasn’t really sure he had meant it. Jason had told her he loved her several times, and look how that had turned out.
Shit, now was not the time to think of Jason. She needed to focus. Tim had been talking to her, and she wasn’t listening. Had he asked her something? What had he said, and how should she answer? He was going to paddle her for not paying attention—not where she wanted the afternoon to go.
“Baby, look at me. I don’t know where you went, but I need you here with me, okay?”
Tasha bit her lip and nodded. He didn’t seem mad.
“Baby, I know it hasn’t been that long, but I knew the minute I found you that day in the rain. I want you to be part of my life. I want to father your children and be there for everything. Will you marry me?”
Even though Tasha knew what was coming, she still wasn’t prepared. Tears running down her cheeks, she cupped Tim’s face with both her hands and looked deep into his eyes. “Yes, I love you and want to marry you. I want to be your wife, your sub, and the mother of your children. I want lots of babies with you. I love you.” She leaned down and brushed his lips with hers, a soft, gentle kiss.
Tim opened the ring box to show her the most beautiful marquise-cut diamond. It had smaller stones on each side but was not outlandish. Simple and elegant was the best way to describe it.
“It’s beautiful. I love it.” Tasha held out her hand for him to slip it on her finger.
Tim slipped the ring over her knuckle. It was just a little loose. “We’ll have to get it sized, baby. It’s a little loose, and I don’t want you losing it,” he told her as he kissed her ring finger, then turned her hand over to kiss her palm.
Standing up, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the house and up the stairs. He had shown her the bedrooms, but one room had a locked door, and that was where he was taking her now.
“This is the playroom. I believe you said something about being my sub. This is where we begin that relationship. Strip,” he told her, setting her on her feet.
“Oh, okay.” Tasha was a little dazed still from his proposal. She started slowly taking all her clothes off, wondering what he had planned.
While she was undressing, Tim unlocked the door, then watched her. Once she had all her clothes off, he told her, “This is the playroom. You never enter here, or any playroom, without permission, and you should always be naked unless I specifically give you something to wear. All your safe words are in effect from the moment we step through that door. Once we are in the room, you do not speak unless I ask you a specific question. You will address me as Sir or Master at all times while in this or any other playroom. Understand?”
Tasha nodded.
“Not good enough. I need to hear you, baby.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.” Even to Tasha her reply sounded a little snippy. She hoped Tim didn’t notice, but of course he did.
“That’s five for the attitude. Next time I won’t be so lenient. Understand?’
“Yes, Sir!” Definitely snippy this time.
“And we’re up to fifteen. Want to go for more?”
Tasha hung her head, looking at the floor. “No, Sir,” she answered quietly. No attitude this time.
Tim lifted her chin with one finger. “Good girl,” he told her, lifting her into his arms and carrying her into the room. It was dark inside, and Tasha could hardly make anything out.
Tim stood her on her feet in the center of the room and pulled a remote out of his pocket. He turned the lights up slightly, but Tasha still couldn’t see everything. The corners were still dark, but she felt better.
She started to cross her arms over her chest, when she saw Tim’s slight shake of the head, no. Leaving her hands at her sides, she stood there very uncomfortable.
Tim walked slowly around her, knowing how intimidating this was for her.
It was all Tasha could do to keep from following him with h
er eyes. She found a spot on the far wall that was empty and focused on it.
When Tim stopped in front of her, she lowered her gaze to the floor. He started walking around her again, this time touching her. He ran his fingertips down her back and used both hands to cup each buttock.He squeezed, then parted them and ran his thumbs up and down her crack. Using both hands, he slid them down her legs to her ankles, where he fastened soft leather cuffs around each ankle, before moving to face her again.
Sliding his hands up her legs, he spread them to just more than shoulder-width apart and slipped one hand into her wet pussy.
“Very good, baby, you’re wet for me. I like that,” he told her, kissing her navel.
He then slid his hand around her thighs and up her hips to span her waist. His fingertips just barely touched, spanning her. Squeezing, he then moved each hand to cup a breast before leaning in and taking one nipple into his mouth and biting gently.