Submission

Chapter Fifteen

“She asleep?” Sax was waiting in the kitchen, dressed, looking smartly presentable.

He didn’t look as though he spent the last hours helping James fuck Ella into another screaming climax. James had held her in his arms, stroking her body, easing her through the destructive shudders of her orgasm before moving to take her again himself.

After the first violent sensations had eased from her body, neither man had been able to leave her in peace. She responded to each touch, each stroke of their hands as though it were the first time.

“She’s asleep.” James nodded, wishing he were as well. He had never been so exhausted in his life.

“Will she be okay?” Sax glanced back at the hallway that led to her bedroom, a frown shaping his brow.

“She’ll be fine.” James was sure of that. Her sleepily muttered words as she finally gave into her own exhaustion assured him of it.

“Well, you waited long enough for her.” Sax rolled his broad shoulders as he headed for the hallway. “I’m heading home now. I need to sleep.” James followed him to the door and as the other man turned back to him, lifted a brow questioningly.

“I’ll need your help now,” Sax said with a fierce frown. “You and Cole set up Ella’s downfall. I expect your help setting up my woman’s fall.” James grinned. “You have a deal, Sax. Give me a chance to figure out how to get to her, and I’ll let you know.”

Sax nodded. “I’ll be waiting. Impatiently, but waiting.”

He walked out the front door, closing it softly behind him. James sighed deeply, secured the locks and then returned to Ella’s bedroom.

She was in the same position he had left her in, curled up on her side, her auburn hair a cloud of silk around her face, her expression peaceful, serene. Had he ever seen her peaceful or serene before he invaded her life? He shook his head, knowing he hadn’t.

“Is he gone?” she mumbled as he eased into the bed beside her.

Surprised, James stared down at her closed eyes.

“He’s gone.” He pulled her into his arms, tucking the blankets around her again.

Her voice was drowsy, replete, as she snuggled against him. “No more threesomes.” She yawned. “I can’t move.”

He chuckled gently. “Let me know when you need to move and I’ll do it for you,” he assured her.

Silence thickened around them again for long seconds.

“What now?” she asked, her voice even, though he heard the worry in her tone.

“Hmm. Many things.” He smiled against her hair. “But I’m not leaving, Ella. Not now, not ever. You’re mine. You submitted to it, baby. You can’t back out now.” The letter he had left that day was detailed in more than one regard. Submit now, submit for life. The ring that had accompanied it graced her finger, just where it belonged.

“You have a lousy way of proposing, James. I’m going to have to teach you better.

Boy toys are supposed to be more romantic, especially married ones.” Warmth filled her voice, a warmth that gave him hope. Then joy swelled in his chest when she whispered, “Especially the one I love.”

He laughed then, feeling freer, happier than he could ever remember feeling.

“I’ll keep that in mind, baby.” He kissed her lips tenderly, feeling her smile, her exhausted response. “Sleep now. In my arms, Ella. The way it’s supposed to be.”

And they both slept.