Willingly His Version

PRELUDE

Drunk on the sweetness and warmth of their kisses, Samara slowly opened her eyes and caught her young master’s tender and needy eyes. She closed her eyes again when Jasson caressed her cheek and gave her other warm kisses.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Happy anniversary, Master,” they greeted in unison.

A sweet smile draws on Samara’s lips. Her eyes were radiant as she stared at him. It’s been a year now, but she still couldn’t believe she was in a meaningful relationship with her master. It seems like it’s been a while since they painted the town red in the first month of their relationship in the same place— here at Sky Eye. And now that they’re celebrating their first anniversary, Samara has no idea that Jasson would rent out the entire amusement park so that they could use the place alone.

They’re actually celebrating it late. Their relationship is one year and one month, to be exact. And it was supposed to be celebrated on the same date as her birthday, but since they were in a secret relationship, there was no chance. Jasson had to look and wait for the right time.

Their relationship was not easy during that year. Jasson wants to tell her parents about them, but Samara can’t risk their relationship because she knows her parents will intervene. She knew her parents would strongly object. Considering the difference in the state of their lives, their age gap will also be an issue.

And when señor and señora returned from Isla Lutherio with Hannah and the baby she gave birth to, Samara had to return to the señor’s mansion. Their time together became seldom. They often spend time talking by phone or video chat. On weekends, Jasson comes up with some alibi just to take her on his out-of-town business trip. However, they usually have her father with them as the driver.

Additionally, it seems that today is their lucky day. Samara’s parents were on an out-of-town trip with señor and señora. They’ve seen an opportunity and decided to take advantage of their freedom to celebrate their anniversary in an uncomplicated way.

However, Samara cannot say that the celebration prepared by her master is quite simple. Can it be called simple if Jasson shuts down the entire amusement park so they can enjoy the place alone? And with the number of rides, they will only ride the Sky Eye.

“I love you, baby,” Jasson whispered, relentlessly staring at Samara’s face as he caressed her straight, chocolate-colored hair.

Samara brought her right palm to the lower part of Jasson’s left cheek and boldly kissed him on the lips. “I am not a minor anymore, Master,” she said, her lips brushing his. She moves away a little, brings her hands to the back of her head, and pulls back the tiny lever of the c-spring of the necklace that Jasson gave her on her 17th birthday to unclasp it from the chain.

She removed the ring that had been made into a pendant for a year. “And I’m ready to marry you.” She slipped the ring on her ring finger without taking her eyes off Jasson.

From Samara’s eyes, Jasson’s gaze landed on her finger, where she wore the engagement ring that he had given her last year. He held it and planted a kiss, and the luster was visible in Jasson’s eyes as he tilted his sight back to Samara.

He hoarsely said, “I’m not hurrying you up, baby.” And he pulled her closer.

“Yeah, but I wanted to say yes now. I wanted to feel secure by saying yes to you,” she replied without inhibition.

“Are you sure about this?”

Samara nodded. “I love you and am sure of you, Master,” she answered.

Samara was a bit shocked as Jasson attacked her lips after answering him. His kisses were punitive in a way that she would not get hurt. His tongue was like a hunter hunting for its prey as he pushed it inside her mouth and started to search for her tongue.

They both groaned when their tongue met. Jasson grabbed Samara’s nape and guided her head at every angle he made for better access to her lips. His free hand slipped to the small of her back and pulled her closer to fill the gap between them.

Samara clutched his biceps as their kisses grew more intense and more profound. She felt devastated as Jasson quit her lips, but a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth when his lips glided down to the edge of her jaw and his kiss traced down her neck. She angles her head to give him good access to her neck.

Another groan came out of Samara’s mouth when Jasson cupped one of her bosoms. His kisses brushed her clavicle alternately while his trembling hands caressed her back and leg.

“Master...” she uttered as she felt a tingling sensation when Jasson squeezed her bosoms one at a time and kissed her tenderly.

Jasson scooped her buttocks and made her sit on his lap. He had Samara’s legs parted, and his lap was in between her thighs, entirely facing him, without letting her lips off his lips. Although he is bold in his actions, he can still control his sanity. He stopped his hands from invading her body. And, having kissed the skin at the top of her bosoms, he returned his kisses to her face, simply planting a soft and gentle peck on her delicate cheek and kissable lips.

“Master...” Samara cried, wanting his touch.

Jasson shut his eyes tightly. He cannot give in, or else...

He did not move. His right hand on her back formed a fist. The other one was just resting on her leg. But then, Samara is a tease that he cannot control. He let out a growl as he felt her soft lips touching his jaw, gliding to his neck.

“We should stop, baby...” he stopped her without strength.

Apparently, Sarama didn’t want to stop. Her lips reached for his adam’s apple, kissing and licking it, which made him groan. Jasson shirked a bit. He grabbed her nape and groped her lips. He kissed her gently to make her stop doing anything beyond that.

“Master...” Samara whispered as their lips parted.

Jasson looked up and was surprised to see her teary eyes. “Hey.” He cupped her cheeks and dried her tears with his thumbs. “Hey, baby...”

Samara sobs. She buried her face in Jasson’s neck to hide her face. “Y-you don’t want me...” she accused.

Jasson was astounded. He shut his eyes for the ninth time. It was his fault for awakening Samara’s worldly desires since they started dating. He taught her how to kiss, and there was a moment when he was carried away by his feelings for her and touched her. And now that she’s of legal age, maybe she thought it was already fine. But he knew it was not yet the right time.

“Of course. Ara, listen—” Jasson couldn’t continue his sentence when Samara occupied his lips.

F*ck! He’s really at fault.

And for the tenth time, he shut his eyes as Samara held his right hand and placed it on her left bust. He doesn’t want to take advantage, but who is he to disappoint his baby, hmmm? He will marry her anyway— soon.