The Submission of Emma Marx Page #4

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Did I make a beautiful bride?

Huh...

I knew there was no guarantee we could repair what had been broken.

But I had to at least try.

I loved him.

And I was safe here at his home.

Safe inside a world in which the power came from simply letting go.

He didn't give in easily.

I didn't expect him to.

But I wasn't going to back down.

I knew what I wanted.

And had he made me wait for an entire year just to prove it I would have.

There was no where in the entire world where I belonged.

Other than his home.

Fully surrendering to the only world that had ever made sense to me.

You've earned this.

I'm gonna play some music for you now.

If at any point you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop....

Safe word.

Good girl.

Some people think of romance as bouquets of flowers on special occasions.

Or champagne and strawberries in the wee hours of the night.

But for me...

Romance is the inner peace I get...

...when I completely surrendered my control to the person that I loved.

Everybody has their own version of normal.

And I had finally come to accept that this was mine.

The beauty of finding someone who shared my same perversions.

And created...a different kind of normal.

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