Page 37 of Master A-0011
Circle.
Circle.
Circle.
The heat was turning into something different. Something more as he paused and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nerves.
“Honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon,” I repeated, moaning as he pushed his tongue into my channel.
“I think you’re just afraid.”
“I am afraid, and you know I have good reason to be. But that’s not the reason for my terms and you know it. They’re plausible. They’re generous if you’re looking at this like I am.”
Ethan’s lids narrowed.
“Tell me.”
As his tongue dipped back in my pussy, I let my body soften to embrace the pleasure.
“You have me for a lifetime.” I paused, gasping as I stared down at Ethan, who was keeping his eyes on me as he continued to suck and lick. “I plan to live a long time. Sixty, seventy more years at least. Think how many cuts that is. I told you my body is yours. I’m trusting you with it.”
He buried his face in my pussy, pushing his tongue deep. For a good minute he thrust and compulsively swallowed. When he finally rose, I could see his impatience. I thought he would unfasten me. He didn’t. Ethan turned, grabbing a small knife from the cart not far away.
“You said special occasions. We’re engaged now. One inch.”
“You signed a contract. You never asked me to marry you.”
Ethan’s mouth opened only to close.
“But you’re marrying me. You want to marry me.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My mind was back expressing concerns but none I could quite put into words. Or maybe I knew I shouldn’t.
“You want to marry me, don’t you, Pearl? You didn’t want to at first, but you do now. You do want to marry me.”
Although he didn’t phrase it as a question, I could hear the uncertainty in the statement. And I couldn’t deny there were uncertainties in myself to, but nothing I could battle against. Nothing I had a choice over. I’d marry Ethan. Even a huge part of me wanted too. Why…I didn’t know, but with the knowledge came something else. Something deeper inside that made me strong. It gave me power.
“Pearl.”
“This is where you unfasten me and get on one knee, Ethan. Ask me to marry you, and then take me to get a ring. You liedto that woman, Hazel, and I allowed it, but I do need a ring. I deserve that.
“You do, but I won’t unfasten you. I can’t for this.” He eased back, lowering to one knee like I mentioned, but he didn’t put down the knife. If anything, he held to it tighter as he gazed up at me. “Pearl…marriage for elites is almost always a lie. It’s a business arrangement. It’s part of the foundation of every family in our circle. I never wanted any part of it…until you. I know I didn’t give you a choice in this decision, but I’m giving you one right now—here with us, just like this—no lies. No hiding what we’ll be. Me down here. You always above me. And I will put your wants first. I’m going to try to give you the best life. The happiest one you could dream of. Will you accept me as your husband so I can prove it to you? Will you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?”
Ethan’s Master phone ringing had both of us looking over.
“You come first. I’m not getting up until you answer.”
Denials. Screaming. The two overpowered my mind as a smile appeared effortlessly on my face. But it wasn’t a happy smile. Not entirely. It was that new part of me emerging. The me I didn’t know.
“I’ll marry you on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
No anger. No impatience. Ethan’s attention was one hundred percent mine despite the constant ringing.
“I go first.”