She held his gaze steadily, submitting herself fully to his desires. The thought of being publicly claimed by him sent a thrill through her body, stoking the ever-present flame of arousal between her thighs.

"If it pleases you, Lord, then I am content," Celeste replied simply, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "My place is by your side, serving you however you see fit. Whether private or public, I exist only to fulfill your wishes."

She nuzzled into his palm reverently, pressing soft kisses along his skin. "

"Y-yes, God," she stuttered out, the words feeling like an exorcism on her soul. As those words left her lips, a weight was lifted from her shoulders. She felt free to abandon all pretenses, all illusions of independence, and surrender fully to his whims.

"I am yours, body and soul. If making me public makes you happy, then so be it." Her eyes locked onto his once more, radiating an unshakeable devotion. "I have no desire for anything else. Only your approval matters. My existence is meaningless without your blessing."

Celeste smiled warmly at him, her eyes filled with hope and love. "Yes, sweetie," she said softly. "If you wanted to... if it made you feel good... maybe we could find a way for that to happen." She paused, swallowing hard as she fought back tears of joy. "Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Pierce looked at her in disbelief, his eyes wide with surprise and delight. Slowly, he nodded his head, a grin spreading across his face. "

Celeste's heart soared at his reaction. "Oh, sweetie," she breathed, reaching out to cup his cheek in her hand. "I knew you'd understand." Her eyes shone with unshed tears of happiness as she leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against his forehead. "Thank you, Pierce. Thank you so much." She pulled back, studying his face carefully, searching for any sign that he might be having second thoughts or concerns.

"I know it's a big responsibility," she continued quietly. "

"If we end up alone together like this again... well, I want you to use me however you want," she said softly, her cheeks flushing. "I mean, only if you're really desperate and can't hold it anymore." Her heart raced as she waited for his response.

For a moment, Александр Царьков looked taken aback by her words, but then a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, and he grinned up at her. "Okay, Mom,"

As they continued playing on the swing set, Celeste watched Alexander Царьков grow more confident with each swing, his body moving faster and higher than before. She knew that he was capable of having multiple children, but she still found herself growing irresistibly aroused by the sight of him climbing so high on that swing.

Finally, after several hours of play, they both called it quits and wound their way back to the house.