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Edward woke her gently by suckling at her nipples while his fingertips danced along the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her soft moans were erotic, and he wanted to simply ravage her. He had to remind himself that he had promised her that he would show her what it meant to make love.

She was beautiful and he couldn’t help but wonder about a government that would allow a sixteen-year-old to agree to be sold as a Privately Owned Sex Toy without giving herself a chance to find love and be happy.

She told him last night that her name was Angelina, Angel for short. It suited her so much better than Seven, the innocuous name that Daniel had bestowed on her when she had become his seventh Privately Owned Sex Toy, or POST. Edward wondered why he hadn’t thought to ask her name much sooner. She had belonged to him for nearly eight months now. Sadly, that would all change tomorrow.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted her beyond all reason. He kissed her deeply like a lover would, and then planted soft, wet kisses in a trail down her body until he found her smooth, bare mound. Her hips moved slightly as his tongue began its gentle assault of her tender folds.

When he pushed his tongue into her wet hole, she gasped just a little. Then he replaced his tongue with a single finger while he went to work sucking her hard, little nub.

Her hips rocked and her labia swelled as he found her sweet spot. His cock wanted her now! He chided himself for nearly allowing his lust to take over. She deserved this. It might be the only time in her life that she would ever be loved like this.

His patience was rewarded when she moaned loudly and picked up the pace, grinding her sweet pussy against his face. Her back arched as her delicious nectar gushed into his mouth. She cried out, “Oh my God! Please, Edward! I need you inside me!”

He ignored her failure to use the title Master or Sir in front of his name and gave her what she asked for. He slid his throbbing hard member into her needy hole and moved inside her rhythmically.

“Please, Sir, please take me faster!” She cried out. Edward held back as long as he could. Then he pumped harder and faster, and she screamed, “May I cum, Sir? I need to cum so badly!”

“Cum, baby!” He grunted as his own orgasm drew near. “Cum for me while I empty my seed inside you.”

They came together, something Edward had never experienced with any woman before. It was exquisite!

He held her in his arms while their breathing slowed back to normal and their heartbeats settled down.

Edward kissed the top of her head. “Did you enjoy that, my sweet pet?” He asked gently.

She looked up at him and smiled, “I loved it, Sir!” She sighed, “I didn’t know that this type of sexual experience still existed outside of romance novels. It was, by far, my very favorite way to cum. I don’t expect you to do this all the time, I know it’s the type of sex that men are probably supposed to have only with their wives. But thank you, Master Edward, for showing me how beautiful it can be.”

Edward continued to hold her tightly. “I’m so glad you enjoyed my special treat for you.”

She giggled, “If I’m very good and please all your friends like I did yesterday, can we do this again sometime?”

Edward sat up brusquely.

Seven apologized, “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”

Edward ran a hand through his hair. “It’s okay, Seven, it’s just opportunities to do this with you will be rare in the future.”

“I don’t understand, Sir. You own me, so you can do whatever you wish to me and with me,” she said, confusion in her eyes.

“I’ve sold you, Seven. Tomorrow morning, I will be delivering you to your new owner. He’s one of the men who used you yesterday,” Edward explained sadly.

Seven said nothing. She just curled herself into a ball as silent tears leaked from her blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, Seven. Truly I am,” he said wiping the tears from her face. “But It was a business deal I couldn’t refuse. I will get to see you at the club, of which I will be part owner, once a month. And I’ve asked for the right to have you here in my home once a month as well.”

Seven stopped crying. Her body language gave away her intense rage and bitter disappointment. Edward could tell that she had things to say, but as a POST, was not allowed to voice her feelings.

Perhaps he could at least give her the opportunity to verbalize how she felt. Maybe then he could explain why he made the decision that he did.

“Angel, you can talk openly if you wish,” he said stroking her arm with the back of his hand.

She pulled away, “Don’t call me that. You don’t have any right to call me that. You don’t love me. My name is Seven, and I’m your property, not your lover.”

He waited for her to continue, ignoring any breech of behavior.

“Why did you have to make love to me? Was it your intention to punish me, by allowing me to taste sweetness, only to yank it away and then rub it in that I won’t ever get to have it again? Is your cruelty intentional? Did I do something to displease you?” She was speaking so quickly; her heart was racing.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, Seven, except attract the attention of a man far wealthier than I, who longs to possess you, and offered me all the riches I could possibly desire. I simply couldn’t refuse such an agreement!” He countered.

“Why did you let me believe you cared about me, then?”

“I do care about you, Seven. So much so, that I insisted he allow me to have you privately in my home once a month!” Edward argued.

“But not enough to prevent me from being used in ways that don’t appeal to me. I enjoy rough sex and pain, Sir. But the Master who inserted the metal rod into my pee hole whispered to me what a pity it was that he didn’t have time to use successively larger ones to stretch the hole, and then insert a catheter into me as a method of control,”

She ranted, “He told me if he owned me, he would pierce my labia and insert rings that would enable him to sew my pussy shut. Is that normal? Is that what I have to look forward to?”

“Oh my God, no! I didn’t sell you to him. I didn’t know what he was whispering to you, but I could tell he scared you,” Edward insisted.

“Oh, God, please don’t tell me that you sold me to Simon. I could probably learn to live with him peeing on me, but his penis couldn’t get hard enough to penetrate me,” Seven said. “I’m a sex toy, I enjoy being fucked. How can I live with a man who can’t get hard enough to fuck me?”

“No, I did not sell you to him either. Seven, I watched your face carefully. I sold you to the man who actually made pleasure appear on your face. I sold you to Hugh. His electro stim devices seemed to turn you on,” Edward explained. “I wanted you to go to someone who would at least bring you pleasure. Plus, you still get one Saturday a month on the ARC at the club, where I will see you and then once a month with me. I had planned to share you with my friends during those visits, but occasionally I can spank you and then make love to you. It’s a win-win for everyone, Seven!”

It was hard to fault his logic, except for the fact that Seven had allowed herself to believe that Edward was falling in love with her. Clearly, even though he cared about her, he didn’t love her. She’d been foolish to think that a man could fall in love with his property.

“Well then, why wait until tomorrow? Why not take me there now?” She sneered.

Edward’s patience had worn thin, and he was angry now, “Because you’re my toy and I intend to use you for the rest of the day. Since you’ve complained about my teasing you with lovemaking, I shall tie you up, whip you hard, and fuck you roughly. Present yourself to me slut. I’ve indulged your rant, now it’s time you act like a proper POST and accept your punishment! You’ll be getting the belt today!”

Seven said nothing, just jutted out her chin and kept her gaze lowered.

“Bend over and hold your ankles!” Edward demanded.

Seven did as she was told. Edward unbuckled his belt and doubled it in his hand. Then, as he was about to strike her with all his might, he stopped. What the fuck was he doing? She had done nothing wrong. He had given her permission to speak freely, and now he was going to punish her for sharing her feelings? Christ, she made him an emotional mess! He put his belt back on and said, “Go to your quarters and stay there before I hurt you and we both regret it.”

Seven stood up, looked him directly in the eyes, and said, “You’ve already hurt me.” Then she turned and left him standing there, cursing himself, knowing she was right.

While she curled up on her bed, and cried until sleep claimed her, Edward paced. He would be a very wealthy man in the morning and own part of Daniel’s sex club, and he’d still get to use Seven at least twice a month. So why did he feel like a man about to lose everything?

He thought about how much joy Seven had brought into his life during their months together, and how she had taught him how to be a better Master. And how was he repaying that? Selling her.

He contacted Hugh. Perhaps knowing more about what her future held as Hugh’s POST would make things easier. However, Hugh’s answer was anything but reassuring.

“What you saw in that half hour was just a bit of fun. The real reason I offered you so much for your toy was because it seems to have a high tolerance for pain. I’ve never been able to use the electro stim phallus inside an anus before. I want the POST so I can experiment on it with increased frequency and intensity. I definitely want to see how long it can handle pain without begging me to stop. I’ll fuck it, of course, both during experimentation and when I need to get my rocks off,” Hugh explained.

“I see,” Edward said, feeling ill.

“Daniel told me that it responds well to the belt and the cane. So, I do intend to incorporate those into our sessions regularly,” he added.

Edward was furious. Daniel knew that Seven was afraid of the belt and the cane. That bastard! Edward wondered, how he could live with himself knowing Hugh intended to see how far he could push her tolerance for pain? Then again, was he much better? He had become so angry he nearly whipped her with his belt.

“What if I didn’t want to sell her?” Edward asked. “What if I’ve changed my mind?”

“Don’t be an idiot, Edward. With what I’m paying you, you can buy another ARC for the club and still have money left over to buy a dozen POSTs,” Hugh scoffed.

“None of them would be Seven, though,” Edward said sadly.

“Show up by 8:00 am with the slutty little pain toy or the deal is off,” Hugh warned.

Edward’s business sense warred with his heart. He hadn’t signed any paperwork, so he could simply fail to show up and then he could keep her. But then his membership at the club would surely be revoked if he had to turn down Daniel’s offer to be a part owner.

He went into Seven’s room and watched her while she slept. He could always keep her and rent her out to friends to earn the capital needed to buy into the club. But that could take a while. His thoughts raced.

She stirred suddenly and looked up at him. She could tell something was amiss. “Do you wish to be serviced, Master Edward?” She asked.

“Seven, what if, instead of selling you to Hugh, I kept you and rented you out to earn the money to buy into Daniel’s club?” He asked earnestly.

She rubbed her eyes and blinked, “So, I would become a LAP?”

“What’s a LAP?” Edward asked.

“A Legally Authorized Prostitute,” Seven responded blandly.

“Oh,” Edward said. Calling her a prostitute made it sound so tawdry.

“You’d have to recertify me, but that isn’t difficult to do. It works one of two ways. Either you keep me in a room with a chain attached to my collar and men or women pay to come to do whatever they want to me. Or you can let men or women pay to take me home for a night and then the same thing goes. Either way, I’d be pretty much servicing others without any limits, and you would be earning money for it,” she explained. “That was another option when I agreed to give ownership of my body to the government in the exchange for guaranteed food, shelter, and healthcare. But the idea of having no limits was unpleasant.”

Edward was both intrigued and appalled, “How many different options are there?”

“Five that I know of, or at least five that were offered to me based on my screening interview. Besides POSTs and LAPs, there are BBs, or Breeder Bitches, where they impregnate you and sell your babies to wealthy couples who can’t have kids. There are also ETS, Experimental Test Sluts. These are women who are used in experiments to see how humans react to certain things. And then there are OCDs or Office Cum Dumpsters. Their purpose is to take deposits of cum wherever workers choose in the workplace. The idea is that people are more productive at work when they are not distracted by the need to ejaculate,” Seven explained.

“POST was the only one that appealed to me,” she continued. “When it was discovered during my training that I enjoyed rough sex and that pain can trigger an orgasm for me, I was classified a POST- PS which means I’m a POST who is a pain slut. I was told that would enable me to be matched with wealthy men and that my living quarters would be nicer and the food better.”

“I had no idea there was so much involved,” he admitted.

“Sir, do you wish me to be a prostitute to earn money for you?” she asked, disappointed. “It seems demeaning.”

Edward was annoyed, “It seems demeaning. But it would be a hell of a lot better than what Hugh has planned for you! I swear I didn’t know this before I agreed to sell you, but he intends to treat you as an ETS. He said he will use the belt and cane on you, as well as increasing the frequency and intensity of the electro stim equipment until you can’t take the level of pain any longer.”

“I see. Well, that’s not your concern anymore is it?” She said coldly.

“Seven,” Edward said softly, “what have I done? I’m sorry. I’m so very, very sorry. I feel trapped by the agreement that I made with both Daniel and Hugh. But I can’t stand the thought of you being mistreated. If I renege on the deal, I’ll be unlikely to be offered such a lucrative deal ever again.”

“Aren’t you already incredibly wealthy?” Seven asked earnestly.

“Yes, but in today’s world, one can never stop amassing assets. It’s the only way to continue being respected by other obscenely rich men,” he said.

“That sounds exhausting,” she said sadly.

She was still angry and hurt but was beginning to understand that this boorish behavior was expected of incredibly wealthy men. It was abundantly clear to her that he was unable to make the choice to keep her, so they might as well enjoy their remaining hours together. She wanted to make love again, at least once more, before she was subjected to a life of pain for pain’s sake.

“Sir, will you grant me one last wish?” She asked softly.

He looked at her big blue eyes, so eager to please him. He was a fool. “Anything.”

“Let me be your lover tonight. Take off my collar and leash. Forget about Seven and take Angelina into your bed. Make love to me and call out my name while I make you cum. Be mine tonight. Give me that one wish, please,” she beseeched him.

How could he refuse her? He removed her collar and leash and watched as she let her red hair down from its clip and fall over her shoulders. She took his breath away.

“You are impossibly beautiful, Angelina,” he said as he took her into his arms.

She smiled innocently, “Well, aren’t you the charmer?”

He felt his cock grow rock hard almost instantly. But, as much as he could easily throw her down on the bed and push himself into her like a rutting bull, he wanted to savor this time with her. It had been incredible making love to her this morning, and he sensed this would be even more exquisite.

He let his lips brush against hers tenderly as his fingertips danced along her soft shoulders. He watched as goosebumps trailed down her arms. “Are you cold?” he whispered.

“No, just the opposite. I feel like I’m on fire and you’re the only remedy for dousing the flames,” she murmured.

She spoke well beyond her years, her intelligence delighting him. Smart women intimidated most men in his circle. The ones that were married had complete dolts for wives. Of course, they were all fucking around outside of their marriages, which didn’t sit well with Edward. It was one of the main reasons he was still a bachelor at thirty-four. But if he had a wife like Angelina, strong, smart, and sexy, he’d be the luckiest man in the world. It was too bad that such women didn’t exist in polite society. At least he’d never been acquainted with any.

Edward picked her up and set her on the bed. She watched with sultry eyes as he undressed for her. Once naked, he got onto the bed and kissed her passionately. Eventually, he broke off the kiss and started to kiss his way down her body. Suddenly, she put her legs around him and flipped him onto his back, straddling him.

“Hey!” he shouted, but he could say nothing further as she crushed her mouth against his and kissed him deeply. Her hand slid down and captured his stiff shaft, and he surrendered.

“Take what you want tonight, Angelina. I’m yours every bit as much as you are mine,” he moaned as she inched down the bed between his legs. Her other hand cupped his balls as she guided him toward her mouth, teasing him with her tongue.

“Oh, fuck! Angel, you have such an amazing tongue!” Edward cried out. She took him into her mouth slowly, seducing him into submission. Her tongue swirled while her fingers gently squeezed and rolled his balls, heavy with cum and in need of being emptied.

She took him further into her mouth and reached down to lubricate a single finger with her own juices. As she took Edward into her throat, that finger eased its way into his ass, eliciting a guttural cry as he took both hands and held her head while he plunged into her mouth like a man possessed.

“Oh, God! Fuck! Angelina!” Edward screamed out as he let go, exploding deep in her throat, nearly gagging her. Still she managed to swallow every drop. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling up at him.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked seductively. “There’s more where that came from.”

Edward laughed, “Give me a moment to catch my breath, Angel, I’m more than twice your age!”

“Tomorrow, you will only be exactly twice my age,” she teased.

“What do you mean?” he asked curiously.

“Tomorrow, I will be seventeen,” she said shyly.

“Your birthday is tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yes, but it’s really just another day,” she said, wishing she hadn’t brought it up. “POSTs, and other owned women, don’t celebrate birthdays.”

If he didn’t already feel enough like a fucking monster, now he realized he would be selling her on her birthday. He tried to put that thought out of his head and focus on returning the favor of the immense pleasure she had just given him.

He slid two fingers inside her to get them nice and slick. Then he latched on to one of her nipple’s and began to suck and nibble while he used those wet digits to stimulate her clit. Her hips rocked as she moaned, “Oh, Edward! I’ve never felt anything so exquisite!”

She came, drenching his hand. He moved to give her other breast equal attention, but this time he used the fingers to fuck her dripping pussy. He had her bucking in no time, as she came hard and cried out his name, “Edward!”

He continued alternating sucking and nibbling each nipple until they were tender, and she begged for mercy. Enjoying her body had breathed new life into his dick and he was ready to go. However, rather than thrusting into her, he teased her with the head of his cock, rubbing it along her swollen slit, until she was dizzy with need, “Dear God, please, Edward! Fuck me! I need you inside me! I need you to invade me with your big, thick prick and fill me with your seed!”

They made love for the next several hours until they were completely sated. Angelina fell asleep in Edward’s arms. Edward dozed on and off, still fretting about what to do. He slipped silently out of bed to his study, working on business to take his mind off his dilemma.

She woke alone. For a moment she was discombobulated. She had no collar on. Then she remembered she had spent the night with Edward as his lover, not his POST. It had been the sweetest parting gift and the best birthday present. She had hoped to convince him to change his mind. But she knew that the fact that he was already out of bed, starting his day, that she would be taken to her new Master in a matter of hours.

For a moment, she contemplated trying to run away. With no collar or leash, she might be able to sneak out of the house. But where would she go?

She tried to smile bravely when she saw Edward come into the room, but her heart hurt. She didn’t know what love was, but she was pretty sure this is what it felt like.

“Here are some clothes, get dressed quickly, Seven, we need to leave soon,” Edward said brusquely. Gone was the tender lover from last night. She put on the simple dress and sandals he provided and braided her hair. Then she sat on the bed and waited.

He came back moments later and put her collar around her neck. Instead of her usual leash, however, there was a thick, heavy chain attached to the collar’s hook. He said nothing but led her to the Hovercraft for the journey to her new Master.

The ride was quiet. Edward offered no conversation, which was almost better she decided. It would have been difficult to hold back her tears if she’d had to keep up the pretense of being brave while talking. What would they discuss anyway? ‘Gee, Angel, I hope you’ll enjoy intense pain on a non-stop basis.’ ‘Oh, Master Edward, I can’t wait to be treated like an object again after you’ve shown me what tender lovemaking feels like.’

When the Hovercraft stopped, Angelina noticed that they were in a deeply forested area in the middle of nowhere. There was a small cabin and not much else. She had expected some grand mansion. The man who had purchased her had paid a great deal of money. Surely, there was some mistake.

Edward led her by the chain to the door and opened it. Inside, the cabin was charming, but rustic. She wondered why Master Hugh was not there to greet them. She kneeled down on the floor to present herself anyway just in case he was simply not aware they had arrived yet.

“Get up, Angel, sit on the couch,” Edward commanded. She was confused but obeyed without question.

He removed the heavy chain and the collar and set them aside. Then he sat on the couch next to her and took her hands into his own. “Look at me, Angelina,” he said softly. She lifted her eyes to look at him and saw his sadness. It made her stomach hurt.

“I know this place isn’t much to look at, it was my great-grandparent’s cabin years ago. I come here from time to time when I need solace. I haven’t been here in many months because I haven’t felt the need for time away since you have been with me,” Edward explained.

She furrowed her brow in confusion.

He continued, “I need you to stay here for a while until I can take care of a few issues. You’ll be safer her.”

“What about Master Hugh?” she asked, puzzled. “Will he pick me up from here?”

“No, he doesn’t know you are here, Angel, no one does,” he said as he touched her face gently.

“What will happen to me now? Are you abandoning me here?” She asked tearfully.

“Oh, goodness, no! I’m not abandoning you! I don’t know how long I will be gone, but I swear I will come back,” he promised.

She was perplexed, “I don’t understand.”

“I just need you to trust me. Can you do that?” Edward asked.

“I trust you, Edward,” she said.

He kissed her goodbye and said, “There’s plenty of food and water and although the cabin looks rustic, I assure you that I’ve had the electricity updated so you will have light and heat. Whatever you do, please don’t venture too far from the cabin.”

Then he was gone. Angelina looked around the cabin and decided it could use a good cleaning. She hunted around for cleaning supplies and went to work. Once everything was clean, she drew herself a bath and enjoyed pampering herself. It felt oddly decadent.

Days passed, and Edward did not return. Angelina spent her time taking long walks around the woods and reading the many books on the shelves in the area of the cabin that was set up like a study or an office.

It was difficult to adjust to being cooped up in this cabin as she’d gone from having constant sex, multiple times a day, with many orgasms, to being completely alone. At night, she imagined that Edward was in her bed, and was touching her as she played with her delicate pink folds and stimulated her sensitive clit with her fingers. Sometimes she slid the thick handle of her hairbrush inside her wet pussy and fucked herself until she came. It wasn’t the same as being filled by Edward’s big, hard cock, but it was better than nothing.

Days turned to weeks and there was no sign of Edward. Angelina found a box of yarn and knitting needles and kept herself busy knitting blankets. She was annoyed that he’d left her no way to have any connection with the world beyond the cabin, but she did her best not to worry.

After two months she was certain he wasn’t coming back. She needed a plan. Thanks to her diligent rationing, she still had a decent supply of food and water left, but if he never came back, she would either have to search out other sources if she wanted to survive or leave the cabin.

That night, a thunderstorm woke her. She knew the noises outside were from the storm, but she’d always been afraid of thunder and lightning, even when she was a little girl. She jumped when she heard the door open. She gathered enough courage to go see if the wind from the storm had blown it open. After all, she couldn’t leave it that way all night.

She walked into the living room and saw the silhouette of a man. She froze! The light switched on and she let go of the breath that she’d been holding.

“Edward!” She cried out and ran into his arms. “You’ve been gone for so long. I thought you weren’t coming back!”

“My Angel!” He said holding her tight and kissing the top of her head. “I’m so sorry I was gone for so long. I was so worried about you. It was foolish of me to not leave you some way to communicate, but I had to keep you safely hidden here.”

“You were gone for so long, I started to think you weren’t coming back. I was concerned that something happened to you! I’ve been so lonely without you here. Can we go home now?” She asked.

“This is our home, at least for now,” he said, holding her close.

“I don’t understand,” she replied.

“I sold my house. I couldn’t sell you to Hugh, Angelina. I couldn’t live with myself if I let him hurt you the way he intended to. Sexual pain for pleasure is one thing, but what he had planned for you is just sick and wrong.”

Angelina felt a wave of relief wash over her, but it was replaced by concern, “Sir, why did you bring me here? Why couldn’t you just keep me at your house?”

“Because I needed to pay some debts and to buy the ARC for Daniel’s club. I needed to keep my end of that bargain with him and, in return, he agreed to my owning ten percent of the club. I also had to pay Hugh a breach of agreement fee, even though I had not signed a contract. He threatened to have me jailed and then you would have been left here alone, for God knows how long. Oh, and I also purchased something for you,” Edward explained as he handed her a box.

She hugged him, “You returning to me is the only gift I could ever need.”

He smiled, “Open it, Angelina.”

She opened the box. There was a letter inside. “What is this?”

“Read it,” he coaxed.

As she read the letter, tears streamed down her face. “I’m free? I’m not a POST anymore?” She asked incredulously.

“You’re free,” he confirmed. “It wasn’t easy. That’s part of what took so long. But I was able to secure your freedom. You can go wherever you like.”

“But I enjoy being your POST,” she protested.

“I can’t keep you as my POST, Angel. It’s not right. Listening to you describe the options you were given disgusted me. Knowing that you felt you had no other choice but to pick from the lesser of the evils hurt my heart,” he replied.

“But I want to be with you, Edward,” she said softly.

He grinned, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He got down on one knee and opened a box, “Angelina, will you marry me? I know it’s old fashioned, but I’d love for you to wear this ring. It was my grandmother’s ring.”

Angelina burst into tears, “I can’t, I’m sorry Edward, I want to, but I can’t.”

Edward was stunned, “I don’t understand. I know I am much older than you, but I love you, Angel, and I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you, Edward, but I can’t marry you. I can’t give you children. POSTs are fixed so we can’t get pregnant,” she explained.

He shook his head, “Angelina, I don’t care. I want you; I love you. And, if you want children, we will find a way. It is 2070, after all, and doctors surely know how to reverse the process.”

“You could just make me your sub,” she offered. “Then, if you tire of me, you can sell me.”

Edward furrowed his brow, “You don’t understand, Angel, no one can ever own you or sell you as property ever again. I bought your freedom. Look, if you don’t want to be with me...”

“I want to be with you,” she interrupted. “Very much so!”

“Then, please, do so as my wife and as my submissive. I want an intelligent woman by my side who can enrich my life. But I also want a submissive little slut in my bed who will beg me to spank her, play with her, and fuck her.”

“What about the other women at the sex club?”

“If I have you, why would I need anyone else?” He mused.

“So, would I still wear a collar?” She asked.

“Only at home, my love,” he said.

“Would I entertain your friends?” She asked

“Those men are not friends. They are opportunists. Let them find their own women to fuck. I no longer wish to share mine,” he said.

A serious look fell over her face, “Will fucking only one woman be enough for you?”

“Will fucking only one man be enough for you?” He countered.

“If that man is you, absolutely,” she beamed.

He smiled, “You’re all I want and need. Please, Angelina, agree to be my wife, and we can start a new life together wherever we want.”

“Someplace warm?” she asked wistfully.

He smiled, “Yes, and someplace private enough that you can walk around naked, if I so choose.”

“So, you will still own me?”

“Technically no, no one will own you. You’d be free to leave me and start a life on your own. You’re a smart woman, you’d be able to survive, but if you stay with me, I promise that I will take care of you, physically, emotionally, and sexually,” he explained.

“Can we have rough sex and make love?” She asked.

“We can do both and everything in between,” he laughed.

“Can we do both soon, please? My body aches to be touched by you,” she begged.

He took her playfully in his arms and said, “I’ve missed being inside you. My hand has been a less than satisfactory alternative to your amazing body.”

She giggled, “I know what you mean. My hairbrush has been a poor substitute for your cock.”

He held her close to him, “Can you forgive me for almost doing the unthinkable?”

She looked up at him, “I’m thankful that you changed your mind.”

He kissed her passionately, and he knew that she was all he would ever need in his life.

She rested her head on his chest and said, “Yes.”

“Yes?” he asked.

“Yes, I forgive you, and yes, I will marry you,” she sighed.

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her off to bed, “Tonight, I will fuck my slutty little sub! Then, tomorrow, we will go into town to have the officiant marry us, so I can make love to my wife.”

“Are you sure you wish to marry me?” she asked.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my whole life. The moment I decided that I couldn’t possibly stand to lose you, everything started to make sense,” he assured her. “Are you sure you want to be married to a man twice your age?”

She looked into his eyes, “You are my knight in shining armor. You’re a good, strong man who will protect and love me. What difference does age make?”

“I will always love you and protect you. You will always be my number one priority,” he promised.

She smiled, “Well, that definitely beats being number Seven!”

“My beautiful, cheeky redhead! Get yourself naked and over my lap. I need to spank you and get you ready to fuck,” he smirked.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!” Angelina grinned.

Edward spanked her until her bottom was rosy and tender. Then he spanked her pussy a few times, pinched her tender nipples tersely, and fucked her hard till they were both exhausted.

Later, as they drifted off to sleep, Angelina whispered, “I’m grateful that I was a POST. It led me to you.”

Edward held her in the dark and thought how grateful he was that he didn’t make the biggest mistake of his life.