“I know I have. I want that every day,” he chuckled, touching her collar. “It’s like the moment you put this on, my cock gets hard.”
She laughed. “Just looking at it sometimes on my desk makes me wet.”
He kissed her forehead. “Then I guess it’s always going to be a part of us.”
She looked up at him, kissing his chin. “Thank you.”
“For the collar?”
“No.” She shook her head. “For not giving up on us—or me—and not trying to take away my dreams.”
He ran his hand along her jawline. “So long as you let me chase them with you.”
“Always,” she promised.
“Dinner’s already made. Do you want to eat in the kitchen or here in front of the TV?” he asked, flicking away a runaway hair from her cheek.
“Will I get to sit at your feet in here?” she asked softly. The harder days, when she was having trouble getting the words to flow right, or she needed to research things she had no clue about, she relaxed on her pillow at his feet while they watched television. It relaxed her better than any bottle of wine he could buy.
“Of course,” he promised.
She stretched her neck up and kissed his lips. “I love you, Dax, so much it scares me sometimes.”
He smiled down at her. “I know, sweet girl. But together we can fight against anything, remember.” He touched her nose. “I’ve been thinking... some cat ears and whiskers... what do you think?”
She scrunched up her nose at the idea. “I don’t think so.”
He laughed. “Perfect, I’ll order them tomorrow.” He kissed her cheek. “Stay here and I’ll get your dinner.”
She sat back on her heels, watching him as he left her to get their food. He didn’t need to tell her to stay on her pillow. She knew.
Willing obedience.
She’d learned it.
She learned everything he taught her.
And while he was busy training his pet, she’d taught him how deep love really could flow. How happy one person could make another.
In the end, they had trained each other.
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The End
