Epilog:
The sound of His breathing, heavy and rhythmic, reaches me through the darkness.
It's solid...secure, and fills me with a kind of peace I've never known before.
I know I tend to place Him on a pedestal, someone to idolize, a perfect man in a
utopian paradise. I'm not allowing reality to interrupt my flawless fantasy. I
know all of that, and yet, is that really so bad?
I sit on the balcony now, watching the fairy-like shimmer of the moon on the
deep and shifting sea. Once again my finger traces the "collar"...His
gift...His commitment, and I feel it warm my thoughts. No matter what happens,
I belong here now, with Him. I'm a piece of His life, and He's become
everything in mine.
The woman on the bridge was someone else, someone that time has dimmed and muted
from memory. I pity her existence, but I don't regret her loss. The Captain's
Lady has taken her place and filled her comings and goings with a vibrancy that
she could never have imagined.
My Captain was tender tonight...gentle and nurturing. He is a man of infinite
dimensions, and all of them mine. I know that a "Dom" has possession of His
sub...owns her, but can you really own someone without giving them a piece of
yourself as well? I am His, in every way possible, but He is also mine.
I hear Him stir in the darkness, and I turn. In the pale light of the moon I
watch as His hand searches the pillow where my head should be. Even in his
sleep He's mine, I think... as much a part of me as I am of Him.
I love Him. Let Him have His fantasies, and I'll fill them. Let Him care for
me as I care for Him. Let us be everything to one another for as long as time
allows.
After all, He saved my life.
I belong to Him.
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