Pam-Ann (35 page)

Pam flinging
herself into his arms cut him off. He fell backwards onto the sofa,
laughing and pulling her down with him. Exultant but speechless,
she clung to Rafael for long minutes until he loosened the grip of
one of the arms he had wrapped around her. The hand that slowly
explored her
buttocks heightened their smart and throb and
provoked a renewed tickle of excitement between her thighs. Pam
made a noise between a moan and a whimper and wriggled her belly
against Rafael’s. Without waiting
to be
told
, she unbuttoned his shirt and trousers and curled her
fingers around his hard cock. When
Pam
would have lowered her mouth to it he stopped her with a finger
beneath her chin and drew her face close to his. Dark eyes
smouldering with desire looked deep into
hers.

“You didn’t answer me. What do
you say, Pam? Will you be my wife?”

“Of course I will. Yes. Oh, yes
please!” She lowered her gaze from his. “If… if you’re really
sure.”

Again he lifted her chin until
they were face to face. “I was sure the moment I knew I loved you,
sweetheart. It just took me a little time to find the courage to
admit it to myself. You’re going to be mine, and only mine. But
you’re going to do it as a Freewoman, not a slave”

Warmth filled
Pam’s heart, and the prickle of tears joined the other, very
different prickle that was teasing her moistly trembling pussy. A
thought struck her. “Oh, being your wife, that doesn’t mean…?” Heat
rushed to her cheeks but she made herself continue meeting Rafael’s
eye and saw him lift one eyebrow in an unspoken question.
“I will still be punished, won’t I? Whenever you
think I deserve it.”

He laughed
softly and hugged her tighter
. The welts on
Pam’s
skin throbbed and the thrum of arousal filled her
mind and sex.

“Well, I can’t speak as a
husband just yet, but I’m sure there are plenty of times when a
wife can be just as naughty as any slave girl, and she had better
be ready to take the consequences when she is.”

Pam giggled. “Oh, she will be!
She’ll always be ready for that.”

“Then she only
has to tell me she has misbehaved and I’ll see she gets everything
she deserves.” Rafael’s laugh was rich and throaty.
“Sweetheart,
I knew when I finally chose my slave girl she
would be something very special,
but I never
thought I would find anyone so special I would want her to be my
wife. Then you came along and changed everything.”

Through the surge of joy that
filled her, the thought that so often niggled at the back of
Pam’s
mind arose once more.

“Y… you don’t still despise me,
do you? Because I’m That Kind?” She felt the rumble of his laughter
through their touching bodies.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve never
despised you. Y
ou’re not That Kind. You’re
one of a kind. And most important, you’re my kind
.
Mine and only mine! That’s how it is and that’s how it’s going to
stay.”
He kissed
Pam
and her fear
vanished.

Only his love for her remained,
and hers for him. That would always be there.

The End