the gift of control

part five.

Ateş eased Feraye down from her explosive orgasm, petting her overused ass and oversensitized cunt as she came down.

He couldn't bear how out-of-his-mind turned on he was, he felt like he was going to permanently be stuck in this perpetual Hell. Ateş wouldn't push her for more though, this was already more than enough for him. For her to trust him with her body, to do with whatever he wanted, pushing her to the maximum, it was a gift.

Feraye shifted on top of him, making a place for her between his legs, facing him. Her sweaty face was so luminous, his ay ışığı. She sat before him on her knees and leaned in to kiss him passionately, her tongue asking for access which he so quickly granted. They both moaned into the kiss as their tongues danced.

"I love kissing you, Feraye. I can't believe I went my whole life without your lips," he uttered in awe as he pulled back to gaze upon her face.

She smiled and whispered, "your kisses make me feel like–I don't know how to describe it, I've only ever felt this ease, this sense of belonging wherever my dad was." he cringed and felt his arousal take a nosedive, "No!" she laughed, "not like that."

Feraye took a deep breath and locked her eyes with his. "What I meant to say, I always believed a home was where you feel most at peace. I thought it was a place, but never a person. I've never felt this way about anyone else before. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, you're my peace, Ateş, you're my home."

"Your home?" his voice broke as he took in the vulnerable look on her face. He couldn't believe his ears. He was speechless so he just grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace and hugged her with all the emotions flowing through him.

"God, Feraye, you don't understand how much your words mean to me," he shuddered as she kissed his neck. "When I came back from America and you were in such pain from another man, I–" he took a deep breath and hugged her tighter. "I knew I had lost my chance with you. The love and heartbreak that shone in your eyes for him crushed me, it seemed like it was the love that you only feel once. It was that same love that was sucking the life out of you." he pulled back and brushed her hair away from her face.

"You were so lost and broken, but still so in love, I thought, 'if I can be just a friend to her, then that's enough.'"

"And you were, you are my very best friend," she whispered with tears in her eyes.

"And you are mine, wife," he smiled at her, his own eyes misting with tears.

"Feraye,I have loved you and only you my whole life. I've only ever known you in my heart," his palm settled on his rapidly beating heart.

"Here is where you live, you've always been my home even when I was in America. The love I feel for you, it consumes me in ways that scare me sometimes. You are etched on to my very heart and soul that I feared there was no removing you. I couldn't. Quite simply, you own my very soul, Feraye. I'm yours."

"The love I had felt back then, it's nothing compared to us, to what I feel for you, Ateş. It wasn't—"

"Shh, shh, you don't need to do that, you don't need to explain or defend yourself at all. I wasn't even in your life then as anything more than your employer's son."

"You need to hear it though, the love I felt then was like a faint shadow to this very real thing I feel for you. You've opened my eyes to what love should be. Ateş, you've burrowed yourself into my being and to remove you would be to remove a vital piece of myself, impossible. I belong to you, with you."

Ateş brought her face closer to his and kissed her forehead, once, twice, three times and rested his cheek on top of her head. He felt Feraye's hands slide down his neck, onto his chest and then lower still. Her left hand lightly grazed his hard cock.