Submission
5 primary works • 8 total works
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Book 4
Submission is not abdication. Submission is not resignation. It's not weak or fragile. It doesn't mean I break at the first sign of trouble.
Well, I broke for a few weeks. When I realized I was falling in love with Jonathan and that I'd never be the same if I allowed it to continue, I broke into a million sharp little pieces. I think I damaged him in the process.
But what could I do?
Stay with him and untangle the mess of his life? Commit to his rules, his secrets, his troubles?
No. Just, no.
If we're doing this, we're doing it. If I'm committing, it's to a man, not a lie. I'll strip away everything between us, even if it ends us.
All the ingredients for a few nights of mind-blowing pleasure are right there. He's made it perfectly clear he can't love me, and I'm not out to fall in love either.
But I can't stay away from him. He's got this bossy way about him in bed. The word "Sir," falls from my lips, and when he tells me to get on my knees...well, my knees have a mind of their own.
I got this. I can be his slave for a few nights and walk away unscathed.
We get in. Get it on. Get the hell out. Done.
He knows the line between love and lust. It's right between my legs.
Now, lets see if that line blurs for me.
This is not a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset. I knew I was never destined for that, but no one warned me about the pain. No one told me about the hurt. No one told me what I'd risk for him.
I'll do anything to make it right. Anything. You think I won't kill for him? You're wrong.
I have to earn my happily ever after, and we have to survive it.