“With my whole heart.”
“I never thought a guy could love a woman with another man’s dick inside her,” Peter said.
“You come to learn how important it can be to love a woman, Peter. Love does not have to judge. Look at Dean and Laura. They’re in love, and yet the odds have been against them for some time.”
Peter swallowed. William knew the younger man had never gotten over his love for Laura.
“I’m going to leave before she wakes up.”
“Take care, my friend.”
William heard Peter leave and the sound of him locking the door behind him. He removed his cock from Daisy's ass and cleaned her up as best he could before wrapping her in his arms. Several minutes later she opened her eyes with a smile.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I’d say you went to cloud nine.”
She chuckled. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
“I can’t get over that,” she said.
“What?”
“That you love me. I’ll never forget you saying those words for the rest of my life.”
“You’re mine, Daisy. My woman for the rest of our lives.”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
She snuggled in close staring up at him. He caressed her body, feeling the ache begin to build inside him once more.
“You look concerned,” she said.
“I’m not concerned. I’ve got something to tell you.”
Daisy sat up, her attention all on him. “What?”
“Don’t look so panicked. I’ve been wanting to ask you for some time. Nothing ever felt right,” he said.
“What do you want to ask me?”
He got up and moved toward his jacket, which was resting on the couch. William pulled out the ring he’d gotten made and then came back toward her. Her gaze moved from his hand to his face. William opened his hand, and there resting inside was the engagement ring he’d gotten especially made along with the small silver collar he’d bought got her.
“Daisy McAllister, I was wondering if you’d do me the honour of becoming my wife.” He presented her with the small diamond ring. He’d asked for the words “His to Control” to be placed on the inside.
She took the ring and read the words. “This has a double meaning, right?” she asked.
“Yes, Control is the name of the club, and not only do I want you to be my wife, I want you to be my sub. It means when we go outside, you wear the ring as a band of ownership. You’re mine.”
He watched as she placed the ring on her finger. “I’d never be anyone else’s.”
“Good.” He coughed to stop the tears from filling his eyes. “And when you’re in the club, I was wondering if you’d wear this.” William held up the silver collar. It was a delicate design of small chains with the charm of a coiled rope. It reminded him of their first Dominant and submissive meeting where he’d tied her to his bed. That night had so much meaning to him. He’d wanted to cement it forever around her neck.
She lifted the hair off her neck and presented her back to him. “I would love to wear your collar.”
William slipped the chain around her neck then pulled her back.