All Chapters of Take me, I am yours: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Shock is overtaking me, standing here looking at him, and it feels like I have limited time left in his presence. Why do I feel like this is going to be the end? Would I ever see him again? Why does he have to agree to go on this mission?"Lisa, everything will be alright." He walks over to me, his arms wrapping around my body, cradling me, trying to comfort me from my own thoughts."We've been on missions together for years and have never had any problems. I will be coming back to you, I promise." I look up at him. How can he be so calm and so sure? It is possible he will not be coming back; no matter how small, there is a chance. Embracing him I guess if he is leaving in a week, I will spend this time wisely with him; I won't waste a second moping around, complaining or crying. Every second I will spend with him until he leaves."How long will you be gone?" I smile, secretly hoping it would be a few days, but know deep down it would be longer."A week or two, depending on how co

"You are amazing; I honestly expected you to say the safe word." His smile is teasing, like he is assessing me but amazed. I cannot help but smile back, my whole body and mind relaxed and free. How is that possible?"Well, clearly you know exactly what I will like without even asking; you just know. I am surprised, though, that you would choose a relationship over the freedom you could have with your business."It is the truth; it amazes me so many men would love to have his business and the freedom to use it at will, yet here he is in a relationship, unable to enjoy the business fully. I don't understand it. Sure, when he created it, obviously he used it, but why give it all up? Why not find a way to still get to use the business?"I used to, then I met Valerie S. We dated, and I don't even know how we came to date. I didn't date, but with her I did. I put that part of my life behind me." "I would be just as willing to do the same for you if you didn't like any of this. Valerie. S

The whole night Sean and John stayed at the bar, only coming over with our drinks when we needed them. The time came to leave; Sean is the only one who has not been drinking, so he was able to drive us home. Getting to the apartment, we walk upstairs. Sean helps John to get there after he drank so much and was close to passing out, carrying him to his room. He threw him down on the bed and closed his door, walking back out to me.Beatrice hugs me, saying goodbye, and walks off to bed, leaving me and Sean once again standing in the kitchen. I feel my cheeks blush thinking back to that first night.He began to kiss my lips."Are you staying here tonight?" His question caught me off guard."Yes, why?" I look at him, hoping he will stay here with me, but I am not so sure."I want you to come with me tomorrow; I need to sort a few things out before I leave next week. It won't take long," he explains to me, but I didn't like the sound of it.Trying to push the thoughts out of my mind, I s

"I would be interested in exploring and identifying the locations of these businesses across the UK, but unfortunately, I currently lack the time. Perhaps I can delve into it when he departs. After finishing my coffee, we leave, and Sean takes the wheel. Ten minutes later, we reach a charming restaurant. The interior is delightful, and as we sit, we engage in a conversation about the business, observing the love and passion reflected in his expressions."Two accounts have been established, and a percentage of the profits will be allocated to them each year—one for John and one for my mum," he informs me, and I nod in acknowledgement, encouraging him to continue."John will receive his share when I believe he's ready, settled down, or whenever you think it's appropriate. As for my mum, she will receive the details through the post in the next week."I can't help but smile at the thought of him supporting John, even if it's just a small contribution. It exemplifies his remarkable charac

All of a sudden, another whip over my butt, this time harder and with something different. Biting my lip harder, I try to hide my screams and feel myself begin to get wet. Once again, I am waiting. I have no idea of the time, and I have no idea of how long has passed between each whip. Suddenly the whip came down across my butt again at the same time as one hit my breasts. The scream escaped my mouth; I was unable to stop myself as he did it again. I feel like the room is spinning, I am enjoying every bit, and I find myself wanting him to do more. Moisture continues to build between my legs as I moan."Turn and get on your knees now." His order came clear through the room. I obey willingly, wondering what is going to come next; kneeling, I wait for the whip."I want you to call me 'Sir' when we are in here; no other names. Is that understood?" His commands make me want him more; I feel the moisture building more just from him telling me what to do. How can he give this up? How did