And then it happened. A slow boil that erupted before she realized it. She buried her face in the covers and screamed in relief even as he built to a crescendo that pushed her harder and farther over the edge. When he stopped, she gasped again, startled as the last echoes of her release still rippled through her.
Then, with a hand still on her collar, he stood and stepped between her legs. He lined up the engorged head of his cock with her wet cunt, rubbing the head back and forth between her swollen labia and coating it in her juices.
“Look what my pet did. My pet came from having her pussy slapped.” He slammed his cock home, hard and deep and drawing a cry of pleasure from her. He pulled her head up with the collar. “Fuck yourself on my cock, pet. Show me what you’ll do for me.”
She did, grunting as he bottomed out inside her with every stroke. He released her collar and grabbed her hips. His fingers dug deep into her flesh as he took over and brutally fucked her.
“You are my pet,” he said, his voice a deep, harsh growl. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir!”
“That’s right.” He slapped her ass. “Who does this ass belong to?”
“You, Sir!”
“Who owns your orgasms?”
She sobbed, feeling another climax building inside her and wishing it’d break free. “You, Sir!”
He fell still, pinning her to the bed with his body. He reached around her and found her clit. “Come again for me, pet. Come hard.” He roughly stroked her clit. She was so swollen and sensitive already, combined with his sexy, throaty growl, that she immediately fell over the edge. The feel of her cunt squeezing his cock inside her only intensified the feeling for her and she tried to fuck herself on him but couldn’t because of his weight pressing down on top of her.
“Not yet, pet,” he said. “One more from you.” He bit down on her shoulder, hard, as his hand sped up.
I can’t…I’ll never… Those thoughts faded away as another climax ripped through her, the almost painful pleasure making her cry out again.
“Good girl!” He grabbed her hips again and fucked her hard and fast, coming in just a few strokes before falling still on top of her.
They both lay there in silence for a moment until he stood and pulled her up, helping her onto the bed where he curled his body around hers. “Rest, pet.”
“Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes.
“Oh, peeeetttt.” Shayla’s eyes fluttered open. Tony looked down at her with a smile on his face.
She let out a yawn.
He laughed. “You fell asleep on me, silly pet.”
“I’m sorry. What time is it?” She realized the bedroom TV was now on when it hadn’t been.
“After midnight. That’s okay. I figured you needed the rest.”
She snuggled closer to him and pressed the length of her body against his. It felt so good to stretch out naked next to him.
It felt so right.
“I missed you so much, Sir,” she whispered.
He touched her chin. “I missed you, too, pet. I’m sorry you thought I didn’t care.” He kissed her. “And this isn’t exactly the way I planned tonight to go.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Stop. Stop apologizing.” He kissed her again, on the lips, deeply, sweetly, tasting warm and sweet and so, so good. “I got you something on my lunch break today. Stay here.” He left the bed and grabbed his slacks, pulling them on and nothing else. She heard the jingle of car keys, the front door open, then the beep of his car as he unlocked it with the fob.
A moment later he returned, stripping before getting into bed with that damn, sexy smile on his face.
“Close your eyes, pet.”
She did.
She felt him take her left hand and he slid something on her ring finger. “Open them, pet.”
She looked down, the diamond and amethyst ring winking at her in the light from the TV. Her birthday was February twenty-first, hence the amethyst.
Stunned, she stared up at him. He laced his fingers through her hand and kissed them. “Will you please marry me, pet? I know we settled this, but I realized my proposal the first time around wasn’t the best. I’d actually planned to go down on one knee for you after dinner.”
She squealed, delighted. “Yes, Sir. I’ll marry you and wear your collar and take your spankings and anything else you want me to do.”
He grinned and rolled on top of her. “I do believe you are the perfect pet.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
She packed a bag and things she’d need for work and spent the rest of the nights that week at Tony’s. She had to speak to her landlord about breaking her lease and getting her deposit back. She could still afford to pay the bills there and live at Tony’s if they wouldn’t budge, but it would suck.
And living at Tony’s was well worth it. Seth, Landry, Cris, and Ross would help them move the rest of her things on Sunday.
But first…
Saturday evening she put on the black sundress he loved, and her strappy sandals.
No panties allowed.
She wore her amulet to dinner with their friends, and all the women nearly yanked her left arm off to get a look at her engagement ring. Even Clarisse, Sully, and Mac had made it down to help celebrate.
But as soon as Shayla and Tony were back in the car, he buckled the leather collar and wrist cuffs on her. He hooked a finger through the front D-ring and pulled her close to kiss her on the lips. “My beautiful pet,” he whispered. “Just the way you belong, wearing my collar.”
The questions no longer mattered to her. She no longer needed answers. All she cared about was that she’d landed in the safety of this man’s arms.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Ready to go?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He didn’t release her. “Last chance to back out. I’m going to collar you in front of everyone. This is the anniversary date I will never forget, and the one we will always celebrate. I don’t care what date ends up on our marriage certificate.”
“Me, too, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He held her hand all the way to the club. She waited while he got their things from the car before she followed him inside.
Apparently, Loren, Leah, Tilly, and Clarisse had been busy. Shayla stopped short when she saw the decorations, special centerpieces on all the tables, and a small gazebo that had been set up and festooned with flowers.
She turned to Tony. “Did you know about this, Sir?”
He smiled. “Yep. Hey, Loren is a fierce party planner. Not even I was going to tell her no.”
“Smart man,” Ross mumbled as he walked in behind them. “You should have seen what she pulled together practically overnight for Tilly’s wedding.”
Loren walked in with the other women, grins on their faces. Shayla engulfed them in hugs. “Thank you!” she said, near tears and not wanting to cry.
“Hey, it’s your big day,” Loren said. “Not every day a girl gets collared by her Prince, eh, Dom Charming.”
“By the way,” Tilly added, “Loren is a notary. So if you’re looking for someone to really make things legal, she’s your gal.”
“Would you?” Shayla asked her.
Loren grinned. “Of course I will! It’ll be my honor and pleasure.”
At ten o’clock, the DJ shut off the music and called for everyone’s attention. Tony had even brought Shayla’s pillow and placed it in front of the gazebo. With her pulse racing, she let Tony take her hand and lead her over to the gazebo. When he pointed at the pillow, she immediately dropped to her knees.
Loren had placed the gazebo strategically in a corner, allowing her to take pictures of the event for them without catching anyone in the background.