Kapitel 2: Bulma
With a gentle yet deliberate movement, Miguel cupped her face in his hands. Bulma's breath hitched as he leaned in, his eyes locked onto hers. Time seemed to stand still as their faces drew closer. Then, with a tenderness that took her breath away, Miguel's lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
The kiss was warm and gentle at first, their lips barely touching. Bulma felt a spark, a tingle that ran down her spine and made her knees weak. Miguel's hands moved to the back of her neck, his fingers threading through her hair. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate yet still tender as if he were savoring every moment.
Bulma's hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She could feel his breath, warm and inviting, mingling with hers. Every touch, every sensation was amplified, filling her with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite name. She felt vulnerable yet safe, nervous yet excited.
When they finally pulled away, both were breathless. Miguel's eyes searched hers, his gaze filled with an intensity that made her heart race. He rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.
"Bulma," he whispered, his voice a soft caress. "This is just the beginning."
A thrill shot through Bulma at his words. Her entire being seemed to vibrate with excitement. She felt a rush of anticipation and joy, a bubbling of hope and desire that made her feel alive in a way she hadn't in a long time. Her lips still tingled from the kiss, and her mind raced with the possibilities that his promise implied.
There was an underlying possessiveness in his tone that she couldn't ignore. Strangely, it didn't unsettle her; instead, it awakened something deep within her, a yearning she hadn't realized was there. She wanted to be claimed by him, not just as a woman, but as his possession.
But along with this desire came another realization. She didn't mind the idea of sharing Miguel with other women.
Bulma took a deep breath, her heart racing with the intensity of her newfound realization. "Miguel," she began, her voice steadier than she expected, "about what you said... I think I understand."
Miguel's eyes searched hers, curiosity and a sign of mischievous evident in his eyes.
She continued, her words coming more confidently now, "I... I wouldn't mind sharing with you with other women, as long as... as long as you take care of everyone properly. As long as the other women are okay with it too."
Miguel's expression softened with appreciation and a hint of relief. "You mean... you're okay sharing me with other women?"
Bulma nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes. It's... it's not something I ever thought I'd feel comfortable with, but with you, it's different. I trust you."
Miguel reached out, gently touching her cheek. "You amaze me, Bulma."
She leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Just promise me one thing," she said softly, meeting his gaze with sincerity. "Promise me you'll be honest with me and with them. That you'll never make anyone feel less important."
Miguel nodded solemnly, his hand moving to clasp hers. "I promise, Bulma. I'll take care of everyone, including you."
Although Bulma believed what he said, she felt that there was still something he wasn't being honest about. Bulma's eyes searched Miguel's, her voice barely above a whisper. "What is it that you want from me and this relationship, Miguel?"
Miguel's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes clouding over. He didn't respond immediately, and Bulma felt a flutter of unease in her chest.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low and husky. "What I've always wanted, Bulma... is to break you. To push you to your limits and beyond. To make you surrender to me completely."
Bulma's breath caught in her throat as she processed his words. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that Miguel wasn't just interested in having her with others, but in dominating her as well.
"I want to make you submit," he continued, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to tie you up, to restrain you, to make you helpless. I want to make you beg for me, beg for mercy. And when you do... when you finally give in to me... I'll make sure you know that you're mine in mind, heart, body, and soul."
Bulma felt a mix of fear and arousal at his words. She had never been into BDSM or domination before, but there was something about Miguel's dark passion that drew her in.
She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "And what if I don't want that?" she asked, trying to sound brave.
Miguel's smile was cold and cruel. "Then I'll make you want it," he whispered. "I'll show you what it means to truly surrender. And when you do... when you finally understand what I want from you... we'll be unstoppable."
Bulma felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that Miguel was not just asking for her trust but for her surrender. She wasn't sure if she was ready to give it to him, but a part of her was intrigued by the thrill and excitement that his words brought.
She knew that she had to be careful, that she had to be sure about what she was getting herself into. But as she looked into Miguel's eyes, she couldn't help but feel drawn to the darkness that lurked within him.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Miguel's eyes lit up with excitement as he leaned in close. "Oh, Bulma... yes."
Miguel's eyes burned with intensity as he pulled Bulma close, his lips crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. The air was electric with tension as he devoured her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers in a sensual rhythm.
Bulma felt her knees weaken as she melted into the kiss, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of Miguel's desire. She had never experienced anything like it before, and yet, she couldn't help but feel drawn to it.
As they broke apart for a moment, Miguel's eyes locked onto hers, burning with a fierce possessiveness. "Be my girlfriend, Bulma," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Be my possession."
Bulma felt a shiver run down her spine as she processed his words. Possession? It was a term that made her skin crawl, and yet, she couldn't help but feel drawn to the idea of being fully owned by Miguel.
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