Take me, I am yours のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Back downstairs Sean was cleaning the kitchen. John and Steve sat talking, and the girls were in the playroom. Going to Sean, I helped clean up quickly, still smiling after last night, wearing the collar. It got a confused look from John; Steve, however, had a look of respect and then laughed at me playfully winking. I couldn't help but laugh; Beatrice looked pissed off with me, though."Are you seriously going to wear that thing all the time? What will people think?" Smiling at her gently, trying not to cause an argument, my reply was the best I could think of at the time."That is the point, Beatrice. I have given up giving a shit what other people think. all that did was get me screwed over time and time again. I know what it symbolises. I know what happens in our life, in our bedroom. I know there is no shame in it, so if people have an issue or don't like it, guess what? I don't care.""We would not have an issue with you doing this, or anything else with John; we would respect

Without pausing, I exited the room, the door slamming shut behind me, the echoes of Sean and Steve's calls fading away. Retrieving the car keys from my bag, I climbed in and drove off, my mind urging me to return, to shout or scream, but the haunting image stuck in my mind—him with her, Jayda of all people, in our house, with our child at home.I couldn't bear to witness it again; the thought paralysed me. I didn't know my destination; I just needed to escape, my screams reverberating within the confines of the car. Losing control, the car skidded and slid across the road, my panic intensifying. I feared I was going to die.The car continued its erratic spin, gripping onto life. As it flipped and rolled down the hill, I braced for impact. This was it, the moment of my demise. I couldn't halt it; I succumbed to unconsciousness, enveloped in peaceful darkness. It felt like heaven—all my worries were gone.All of a sudden everything was bright; I was looking down at the car, my body stil

"Alright, let me get up and get dressed." After dressing, I walked downstairs, where he awaited me. Beatrice was also present, clearly here to oversee the girls."Keep me posted on how it goes, please," Beatrice requested, her smile gentle and reassuring. She regarded me as if I were foolish for not going sooner.We drove in silence, the worst part being the journey to the hospital. Hours passed while we waited, and all I wanted was to go home. This period in my life felt like time wasted, likely leading to nothing more than being reassured everything was okay and being sent home.Finally, the nurse called my name. Sitting in the room waiting for the doctor, I felt foolish, as if I were wasting their time."So, I heard you were in a car accident? I need to ask some questions about the crash first, if that's possible." The doctor's words prompted a nod from me as I waited for his enquiries."Okay, were you wearing a seat belt?""Yes," I nod. I was not that stupid, and to me, a pointles

Beatrice arrived, then Martha."Are you really going to have a tattoo?" Beatrice's question pointed at me as we were about to leave."Yes, I am, that is provided I don't decide to run when we get there." Walking out laughing, I feel sick. I already feel like running away, but surely it cannot be that painful. In the car didn't help either, with the thoughts going around in my head. I need to try distracting myself from it. Sean pulled over."Just checking something." He got out and walked around the car. What was he taking out of his pocket? A minute later he got back in, his hand starting the car, and I saw the leather glove. He began driving again, my eyes on his hand the whole time, watching it as he changed the gears. Slowly his hand reached over, rubbing my clit gently, playing, my moans sounding around the car. He kept moving his hand away to change gears, then playing again, his hand rubbing my clit, then slowly his fingers pushing inside me.moaning, as he pulled them out

A couple of minutes passed, and the sound of the door opening made me smile.The room was silent, with the sound of drawers opening and closing, the feel of leather against my skin, and his hand gripping my arm and lifting me up. The leather gloves rubbing against my body, my moans groaning from the feeling, his hand settling between my legs, his fingers teasing my pleasure rising, moaning louder and louder.He was not giving me a rest, so quiet, so still, my own moans the only sound, along with the leather gloves pounding in and out of my pussy, moaning louder and louder, the orgasm building inside me, exploding like fireworks. The orgasm slowed down; on stopping, he removed his hand and planted a small kiss on my back, then I heard the sound of him walking out of the room and telling me he was finished. Well, it was quick and not sex, but it was still amazing like every other time. Sliding the blindfold off, I grabbed my phone, saw what time it was, and decided if I should try to