All Chapters of Take me, I am yours: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sean insists on pulling me close to him, and soon he falls asleep. I remain seated, my eyes wide open, observing the oceans and cities passing beneath us. Occasionally, I glance around the plane, wondering if I can spot him watching us. Could it be that Kyle is actually on this plane right now? I ponder if he's aware that we were discussing him, if he knows that we cut our trip short because of him.I'm eager to return home, where I feel secure with Kyle and Tom by our side. Their wives might resent us for taking them away, but I can't help but feel a sense of safety with their presence. The plane finally touches down, and I wake Sean up. As we disembark, Steve is there waiting for us alongside Tom.Searching the airport with their eyes to see if they can see Kyle, Tom passing the keys to Sean and we walk back to cars, leaving the airport and our honeymoon behind us. We drive home; getting in the house I run to the twins and cuddle them feeling like it has been forever, I don't think

Waking up to a bright morning, I feel relaxed and content. There's a lot of commotion downstairs, so I get dressed and head down to see what's happening. To my surprise, Sean is there with the entire team."What's going on?" I inquire, looking around."We've located him. We're going to catch him before he can escape again. We have someone tailing him in case he moves," Steve answers.I observe everyone preparing as if gearing up for a battle. Vests are being put on, guns and equipment sorted out. There's a table with maps, and they discuss strategy, planning how to enter the building and assigning roles.I sit listening as they go over the plans, several times, making sure everyone knew what they were doing next. Is this what it was like every day I was missing? Them around the table with maps and everything planning. I now realise Sean is going, and something makes me want to tell him to stay but I know I can't. Sean came over to me, sitting down, he explains what will happen. An ol

I felt trapped, as if thick mud was pulling me down. I didn't know what to say, but I felt an urgency to break free from this stifling silence. I needed to find a way out of the metaphorical mud that kept me imprisoned and unable to communicate.Taking action, I took his hand and guided him upstairs to the playroom. Unsure of the plan, I led him to the bed. He sat on the edge, and I started undressing.Standing there naked, I placed a blindfold on, positioning myself in the usual spot, waiting. I heard him moving around, and he left, which was a common move to heighten anticipation. However, what felt like more than an hour later, he still hadn't returned.I removed the blindfold, got dressed and went to find him. He was there, sitting on the bed in our room. Maybe, I should switch, become his Domme, last time I used the whip it sent him wild, maybe that is the key to bringing him back?I grabbed his hand, trying to prise him off the bed, he stayed unmoved his eyes looking at me, ever

I wept for hours, feeling a deep hatred toward him and myself. Why did I allow that to happen? Why didn't I stop him sooner? Why was I so foolish? I had given him permission to do anything, promising not to walk away, but now I questioned that decision. I wasn't sure if I could even bear to look at him again. The pain and humiliation were overwhelming, akin to what I experienced with Kyle, though the circumstances were different. This time, it was my fault—for not saying stop, for prioritizing making him react over considering myself. Glancing at the clock, it was 5 am. I remained motionless, staring at the clock as the hours passed—6 am, 9 am, 10 am. "I am sorry, Lisa. Please open the door," Sean pleaded, his fists banging against it. I covered my ears with a pillow, fixating on the clock. The time reached 11:45 pm, and there was a knock at the door. I covered my ears again, my entire body trembling, the pain and humiliation evident on the surface. "Lisa, its Beatrice please open t

"Let's postpone this conversation for later and join Steve," I said, not allowing him the chance to object. I walked into the room and took a seat by his bed, contemplating how Sean managed to endure with Steve gone. Though I hadn't known Steve for long, he had left an indelible mark—a presence that would always be felt and sorely missed if he didn't recover. We remained there throughout the night, aware that we eventually needed to return home. It wasn't fair to expect others to care for the girls all day. I decided to head home, with the intention of returning later to offer Sean more support. While he wasn't fully recovered, there was a semblance of normalcy, and I recognised his eyes."I'm going to go home, check on the girls, and give everyone a break," I informed him as I prepared to leave. His hand clasped onto mine, and his expression resembled that of a lost child. He shook his head, leaving me feeling torn."Why not come home with me? Get a shower, food and we can maybe brin