I smile back at him. The truth of this situation is that I have loved him from very nearly the first moment I saw him. There’s a connection between us that exists in spite of everything. I never really put much stock in soulmates before, but I think I might now. Simon has a way of making me see the world in new ways, and he forces me to experience myself differently too. I am not the same person I was before I met him, and I am glad I did, even if he is an ethically gray figure who arguably tried to trick me into having his baby—though fucking me and coming inside me isn’t exactly a trick.
“Is this a proposal? Because you are supposed to be down on one knee,” I smirk. “And you’re supposed to have a ring.”
“One moment,” he says, walking swiftly away.
I wait, smiling to myself. I am being a little spicy still, but I am enjoying every moment of this interaction.
He comes back, shirtless. He was shirtless before too, but that detail seems to matter now that he is approaching me rippling mercilessly.
He goes down on one knee before me, presenting me with the most beautiful emerald engagement ring I have ever seen.
“This belonged to my mother,” he says. “And if you agree to marry me, it will belong to you too. Lydia, we haven’t known one another long, but I already know I never want to live without you. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
My eyes glaze with tears. I really did not expect this genuine proposal to come from him. I don’t know what I expected, but not this.
“Yes,” I hear myself saying. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He grins broadly, and I look down into his handsome face as he slides that ring on my finger and I forget about absolutely everything besides how loved he makes me feel, and how devoted I am to him. There is nothing and nobody in this world that matters to me as much as Simon Seek.
“There’s just one thing we have to do,” he says.
“What’s that?”
He runs his hand down my stomach, and rests it just above my pussy. “Take out the last thing between us.”
“You mean now?”
* * *
He meant now.
Simon prepared for this already. It’s a strange follow-up from a proposal, but I allow it to happen. If I got this thing taken out at the doctor’s office it would be all paper-covered beds and a doctor saying I’d just feel a slight pinch while I tried my best not to throw up and cry.
The wild man beast is much more kind. He’s given me a muscle relaxant and enough pain relief to ensure I can barely feel anything. He watched me drink the little blend he concocted for me with a softly affectionate smile that felt almost more intimate than all the fucking we’ve been doing.
Maybe this is more intimate. You can fuck anyone. But you don’t trust just any mad scientist to remove your birth control at home.
“Shhh, baby, relax,” he murmurs as he gets me laid back.
I feel the speculum sliding in. It’s been warmed, and there is plenty of lube, and I feel a tingling in my clit that is only increased by the soft circling motions he is making with his free hand. My pussy relaxes at his command, and when he opens the speculum, exposing me all the way inside, it feels as erotic as any of his previous incursions into my body.
He grips the strings with a warmed tool and pulls gently, but firmly. The plastic IUD capitulates almost immediately. I feel pressure and stretching as it slides free of my cervix and is swept away. Simon retracts the speculum as well, and what is usually an awfully anxious procedure for me is over in moments.
“Now this sweet little pussy is going to be properly breedable,” he says, rubbing my clit gently, patting my lips lightly. “The next time I come in you, there will be nothing stopping you being bred.”
I let out a little moan. I am feeling very good, very relaxed, and not at all sore.
He wraps me in his arms, snuggles me close, and toys with my pussy lightly until I fall asleep with him.
I am wearing his ring.
He has taken my birth control.
I really am his.
CHAPTER 11
Lydia