I Own You….

I Own You

She trembled as his words caressed her soul. “Chanter…,” she said and then stopped abruptly. “I’m sorry, I should have said Sir, but your presence, your body pressed so close to mine is always so damn unsettling.”

He blew warm breath on her neck and waves of need churned in her sex. His rock hard erection throbbed against her leg, almost in sync with her rapidly thumping heart. How the fuck does he manage that trick?

“It’s ok Little-one, use whichever name feels right to You. I have never demanded or expected you to call me Sir.”

She inhaled a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “You are my-Sir and that’s how I should address you. Besides, it just feels right. Sir, you’ve owned me…all of me, from the moment I first laid my head on your shoulder and your aura soothed my restless mind. When I’m with you, I can stop over thinking and just relish in the joy of being Yours. But tell me, what does that mean to You…owning me?”

He hugged her tight. “Oh Kallima, your parents were so wise to christen you with such a fitting name. You truly are a beautiful butterfly and I cherish your wondrous spirit.”

“Thank you Sir. Your parents were wise to name you Chanter, because you are my-Sun. You protect me, nourish me and give me your strength. For those gifts, I’ll gladly submit to you anyway you want me.”

He stroked her hair. “To be honest, I’ve known I owned you the minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it without hesitation. When I told you to beg for your climax and you did…I owned you. When you knelt at my feet and put your hands behind your back without being told…I owned you. You didn’t have to say a word, but I sensed you were tired of fighting. Fighting to be perfect or meet someone else’s perceived definition of perfect. You’ve wanted to stop fighting against the restraints society attempts to enforce on strong independent women for a very long time. Stop fighting to be something you’re not, to make yourself acceptable to narcissistic and often insecure men. You’ve been waiting for just the right opportunity, the right man to allow you to embrace your inner-submissve and figure out if a D/s relationship is right for you. Your submission to me has given you the freedom to stop fighting.”

Silent sobs racked her body and she hugged him with a desperate strength. “Yes Sir, I’ve been waiting…for You. You get me, you don’t judge and you accept all my quirks without trying to change who I am, you just want me to be me. This is all something new for me and you’ve patiently worked with me to push my limits.”

“I know Little-one. You are Mine and I am Yours. Now to answer your question, about what owning you means to me, what that honor means to me – is if the Universe gives me a choice…I will Die 4 U.”

© 2014 Will LaForge


Note: I have a number of WIP projects all going at the same time and I certainly have to start finishing them. However, sometimes my Muse spots a sign or photo, like the one I shared in this post, that seems so right for one of my WIP stories. When that happens, I can’t seem to help myself. I’m inspired to craft a short snippet centered around the characters in one of those stories. I’m planning to write multiple stories about Chanter and his beautiful butterfly Kallima in my House Rules series. I hope you’ve enjoyed this brief glimpse into their developing story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Thanks for Your Support.



6 thoughts on “I Own You….

  1. Jenna Fox says:

    Ah…very nice Mr. LaForge.

  2. Delicious imagery! Love that last line! 😉

  3. Melody Parks says:

    Very Nice, Will.
    A lot of warmth and serenity in this snippet.

  4. This story left me wanting for more. I can’t wait to read the full version!

  5. I want more of this juicy story 🙂 well done Will

  6. n1daba says:

    A beautiful excerpt that highly resonates with me. The evoked emotions left me with a lump in my throat and trying to fight back tears. Thank you for this. – Ember –

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