Hearing a slapping sound, I frown, and find his feet again. He’s standing right in front of me, and after a moment, he uses his fingers to tilt my head up by my chin. Still adverting my gaze, I don’t dare look at him, until he’s given me permission. Although I’m sure he would let me get away with the small defiance, I decide not to.
He always gives the most pleasure, if I follow the rules.
“You may look at me,” he states, and I instantly do so. Sucking in a deep breath, as I glance up, I remind myself to wait for his lead. It’s hard to stay rooted where I am, seeing the hunger laced in his green eyes.
Holding his gaze, he demands, “I want you to wear this, along with my ring.” Unable to help myself, I glance down, and that’s when I realize what he’s holding. “While you wear my ring and this collar, the entire world will know you’re mine, and that I own every piece of you.”
Every inch of me is screaming yes on the inside, because I want nothing more than to be completely and utterly owned by him. “Wear my collar with my ring, Trixie.”
“Yes, I will, sir,” I answer, forgetting all about waiting for his permission to speak.
He must not mind, since he smirks, and then walks behind me. Moving my hair out of his way, he places the collar around my neck. It’s so beautiful, too. The band is black, while the three stones on the front are emerald green. It reminds me so much of Sebastian’s eyes, and I wonder if he bought it specifically for that reason.
Once he’s finished, I use my left hand to touch the new collar around my neck. I don’t stop the smile from forming, as he walks back to stand in front of me. Meeting his gaze, my eyes begin to water, as I finally know what it feels like to be owned by someone who loves me unconditionally.
Sebastian’s gaze is so full of love and desire, and I know this is our new beginning.
From this moment on, I’ll be his, and only his.
Not only does he own my body, but now, he owns every single part of me.
Forever.
Five years later
“Come on, moya serdtse,” I encourage Trixie, as I hold onto her right foot.
She cries out, and then looks at me, as she claims, “I can’t. Sebastian, I can’t do it.”
Letting go of her foot, I caress her face, as I state, “Yes, you can. You’re doing so good, and I promise you’re almost done. She’s almost here, moya serdtse.”
Glancing at our doctor, she nods, letting me know we are in fact almost to the finish line. Thank God. Trixie has been in labor for the past twelve hours, and I know she’s exhausted. I know she’s in pain, but she’s trying so hard to be brave.
“Okay, Trixie. On this next contraction, I need you to push hard. Your baby girl is close to being here,” Dr. Brightstone states.
Turning back to Trixie, I say, “See? You’re almost done, and then it’ll all be over.”
She nods, as a tear rolls down her cheek, and I use my thumb to wipe it away. I’ll admit, I’m excited to finally meet our little Nadia, but at the same time, my heart is breaking, watching Trixie go through so much pain. If I could, I would take it all away, so she wouldn’t feel a thing. It’s a shame her epidural wore off, but Dr. Brightstone assured me she’ll be just fine.
As another contraction takes over Trixie, I don’t dare move, as I offer all the encouragement she needs to keep pushing. I’ve already lost the feeling in my hand, but I don’t dare say a word about it.
Just as Trixie lets out the loudest scream I’ve ever heard, I glance down, and then hear the sweetest and softest cry. My smile is so big, as I see our baby girl for the first time, and Trixie sighs in relief, and then she holds out her arms for Nadia. She’s immediately placed on Trixie’s chest, and I all I can do is stare at my two beautiful girls.
Even my eyes fill with tears, as I watch them.
Trixie glances to me, and I can’t resist, leaning down to leave a tender kiss on her lips. “We did it,” she claims.
“She’s beautiful just like her mama.”
“I love you, Sebastian.”
Leaving a kiss on her forehead, my heart swells with nothing but love, not only for the love of my life, but for my daughter, too. “I love you, moya serdtse.”
As Trixie gets some much-needed rest, I hold Nadia, as I walk around our room. It’s still surreal she’s here, and she’s already got me wrapped around her little finger.
Humming softly, Nadia sighs, and I finally understand what Viktor was talking about. He said the moment you laid eyes on your baby, everything in the world just seemed right. He claimed nothing else mattered, as long as your baby was happy and healthy.
I get it now.
Staring down at my daughter, I feel our bond forming, and it’s stronger than it was before she was born. I can’t wait to watch her grow up and be there to see every single milestone. Kissing her on her tiny nose, I glance up, feeling Trixie’s gaze on me. I don’t know how long she’s been watching us, but the moment our gazes connect, we share a smile.
Making my way over to her, she says, “You two are absolutely perfect.”
“You’re supposed to be resting,” I scold. I know she’s still tired, and this is the second time I’ve had to tell her so.
“I can rest later. I’m too excited and happy to sleep.”
Handing Nadia to her, I claim, “I’m sure we’ll regret not resting, once we bring her home.”
Trixie lets out a soft laugh, as she says, “You’re probably
