Page 28 of Bound To Me

“How are you real?” I wondered aloud.

He gave me a small smile. “How are you real?” he asked softly. “You have no idea how fucking spectacular you are, Jacqueline.”

I quickly smiled and then gave him a fake gasp. “Elliott! Language!”

He laughed and suddenly hoisted me over his shoulder. “You bring it out of me, you and your sailor mouth.” He laughed as he playfully threw me down on the bed. “Now, before I lift your legs and stuff my cock into you again, why don’t we stop by your place and get some clothes?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

* * *

We walked into the hostel, and two of my roommates sitting in the lobby stared wide-eyed as they checked Elliott out. I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs, relieved to find my room empty.

“This is nice,” Elliott said, glancing around with interest.

“It is. For now,” I replied, shrugging on a long-sleeved shirt as I quickly changed out of his T-shirt and baggy joggers.

Elliott crossed his arms and watched me with a curious expression. “How long do you plan to stay here?”

I glanced at him as I pulled my jeans on. “I don’t know. I need to start looking for a place soon now that I have a job. I’m sure I could afford my own room somewhere.” I shrugged.

I grabbed a light jacket from my closet and locked it back up.

“Why don’t you stay with me?” Elliott suggested.

I turned around, my eyes widening at the sincerity in his expression.

“Am I being creepy again?” he asked, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

I shook my head. “I can’t do that, Elliott. This is already…a lot for me.” I tried to be as gentle as possible, but he had to understand that his proposal felt absurd—he hardly knew me.

He quickly nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. That’s…much too forward.” He seemed disappointed but not upset.

“We’d have to get married first before moving in together,” I quipped dryly.

Elliott’s lips parted, but he didn’t speak—did he think I was serious?

I quickly laughed. “I’m fucking with you. Come on.” I headed for the door and held my hand out to him.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, grabbing my hand. “I was about to run to the jewelry shop to buy you a ring,” he teased back.

My heart melted.At this point, I don’t think I’d say no.

* * *

“So can you tell me what exactly is a pleasure dom? And a rigger?”

We had just ordered our brunch at a cozy cafe near Elliott’s house. Sitting by the window, the morning light made his blue eyes sparkle. He leaned in, elbows on the table, as if about to share a secret.

“A pleasure dom is a dominant that derives pleasure from making their submissive feel good,” he explained, his deep voice making my heart skip a beat.

I gulped and nodded. “I like that.”

“And a rigger enjoys tying up their subs. I’m not sure how you’d feel about that, and I’m completely okay with not doing it if you’re not comfortable,” he said sincerely.

I took a moment to think. I felt safe with Elliott. When he used his shirt to restrain me earlier that day, I felt nothing but desire. With Michael, there was fear always laced with desire. But I wanted to explore with Elliott, especially since he was so invested and concerned about my wellbeing.

“I would be willing to explore that with you.” I nodded. “You make me feel safe, Elliott. You make me feel good about myself. And it’s easy to do anything with you and that fucking body of yours.” Of course, I had to add something in to make the moment less serious.

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