“Good morning, pet,” he said.
She smiled. “Good morning, Sir.”
He rolled on top of her, his weight comfortably pressing her into the mattress. He found her hands and laced his fingers through hers, raising them above her head and pinning her there. She felt his cock harden against her as he stared down into her eyes.
“About last night.”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Do you still feel that way?”
She thought the smile might split her face in two. “Yes, Sir. I still feel that way. I want to be yours.”
“To me a collar means more than a wedding ring. If you ever decide you want to be free, you have to speak up and tell me. I’ll never force you to stay with me. But I’d be an idiot to let you go without telling you how I feel. Is this what you want, to be with me? To be owned by me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned down and nibbled on the side of her neck, sending heat coursing through her body. He needed a shave, and the long stubble on his cheeks, combined with his beard and moustache, chafed against her flesh in a pleasant way.
“I did vanilla the first time around,” he said. “It didn’t work. Our marriage will be that of a Master and slave dynamic. I will own you, and you will obey me. That doesn’t mean I won’t listen to your opinions or won’t let you make decisions. I will never force you to do something against your hard limits, although there might be times I push your boundaries for my own reasons. I will always respect a safeword if you say it. I’m not perfect, as the past two weeks prove, but I promise if I make mistakes, I will own up to them and rectify them.
“You will still work, if you want to. I won’t cut you off from your family and friends. But I will own you and you will obey me. We will have protocols in place that will be followed or you will be punished, and I will have the final word on some things even though there might be times you disagree with me. Understand?”
More heat, this time straight to her pussy and clit. “Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
“I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you ask me for it.”
She clutched at his hands, tightening her grip on his fingers. “Please, Sir, make me yours. I want to be your slave. I want you to own me. I want to wear your collar. I want to be yours.”
“I promise as your Master I will protect and care for you. I will never share you with anyone else. I won’t want anyone else, and I won’t top anyone else unless it’s while teaching a class and you’re okay with it. I will never abandon you. And if you decide you want to leave me, I won’t stop you. But if you want to be with me, those are the conditions you have to accept.”
“Yes, Sir. I want to.”
He transferred both her wrists to one of his hands. Then with his free hand he reached down between their bodies and found her pussy. Two fingers easily slipped inside her, making her moan. Before she could process it, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, sinking hard and deep before falling still.
“My sweet pet,” he whispered against the side of her neck before biting down, not hard enough to break the skin but just enough that the pain sent more pleasure streaking to her clit. She moaned and squirmed against him, spreading her legs wider to give him better access.
“Who’s my good pet?”
“Me, Sir,” she whined, desperate for release.
“Can you come for me like this?”
“I…I’ll try.”
He chuckled. “Good girl.” He raised up on his arms with both hands once again pinning her wrists above her head. Looking down into her eyes, he smiled. “Try very hard, pet.” Then he slowly started moving.
Every stroke perfectly glided along her clit, feeling different and sooo much better than any of the toys ever had. Something inside her soul soared, no longer feeling adrift.
He wanted her.
He needed her.
He loved her.
“I love you, Sir.”
That damn smile. The one that could instantly turn all her “hell, nos” into “yes, pleases.” He smiled down at her. “I love you, too, pet.”
He slowly picked up the tempo, never breaking eye contact with her as he stroked his cock inside her. She wondered how long he could last like that when she felt the first tingles of her own release start.
Not nearly as powerful as the orgasms he’d forced out of her in the past with a vibrator or his hands, or even with his mouth, but it felt deeper and more fulfilling to her heart and soul. He must have felt her climax, because he moved faster, fucked her harder, his intense green gaze pinning her soul the way his body pinned hers.
There was a brief second of fear when she thought she’d lost the climb, that it wouldn’t happen, but then her climax washed over her, breaking like a gentle wave kissing the sand and soaking just as deeply through the center of her core. She felt the tears start and didn’t care. Her back arched as she thrust against him as hard as she could, reveling in the sensation and never wanting it to end.
“Good girl,” he whispered. His hands tightened on her wrists and she found herself delightfully helpless as he fucked her until he let out a soft groan of his own and fell still inside her.
Winded, he touched his forehead to hers, still not releasing her wrists. “My very good girl,” he whispered. “My pet.”
She closed her eyes and wished this moment would never end. “Your pet.”
Shayla wanted to spend all day in bed, but he had to go to work, as did she. He removed her collar before they showered together, taking their time as they kissed and caressed with soapy hands. She easily got him aroused again, but he wouldn’t let her make him come.
“No, pet,” he said, gently pushing her hand away from his cock. “We don’t have time. Tonight. And the rest of our lives.”
She was already horny again and knew she’d spend the day in a perpetual state of arousal as her mind replayed the morning over and over again.
As well as the night before.
He pulled her to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck as the water sluiced over them. “I’m sorry I didn’t text or call you,” he said. “I was so busy, but then I was afraid you didn’t want anything else to do with me. As Leah said, I was an asshat.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I asked her not to call or text you.”
“No, don’t apologize. It’s okay. She e-mailed me the rough draft of the article last week. But I didn’t get it until this Friday night. That’s when I called her, and by then you’d turned off your phone.” He made her look him in the eyes. “And she’s right. I was an asshat.”
“I didn’t want you to think I was clingy.”
His thumb traced her chin and along her jawline. “I told you last night, I don’t think that about you, pet. I’m sorry I put you through that much distress. No more second-guessing. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Had she ever felt this happy? She couldn’t remember it if she had. “I love you, too, Sir.”
“I’m going to have a crazy day at work today,” he warned. “I’ve been gone two weeks, and there’s a bunch of stuff I have to take care of. I probably won’t get out of there until late. So how about I just leave my bags here? I’ll come straight here after work and we’ll eat snuggled on the couch before we go to bed.”
“You haven’t even been home yet?”
“No. I knew I had to see you. I couldn’t let this go any longer.” He kissed her, taking her breath away. When he broke their kiss he touched his forehead to hers and cupped his hand firmly around the nape of her neck. “But, from now on, unless you’re on a plane or something, you never turn your phone off unless you ask me first and I give you permission. Understand?”