He stood, just watching her crawl, his heart thudding, his cock throbbing. He wanted to fuck her a dozen times, but he couldn’t even stop looking at her.
When she was draped over the edge of the bed, her back and buttocks a flesh and blood offering to his dark fantasies, he swallowed against a dry throat and finally went to the cabinet. He selected a small crop and stalked back to her.
He bent down and ran a hand over her spine and the slope of her buttocks. His breath came and went in shallow succession. He set the crop down and then sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
“Stand up,” he said in a husky voice.
She rose, and he pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her.
“I love you, Brande. Thank you.”
Her arms slid around his neck, and she kissed the side of his face. He stood, carrying her to the side of the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, raising her face.
He set her on the floor.
“It was a great gift. The note. Finding you naked, pierced, and waiting for me. Having you at my feet, hearing you call me Master, watching you crawl.” He took a slow deep breath. “It’s all I need for the night.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I just want to fuck you with those rings rubbing against my chest.”
Her slim fingers slid over his jaw. He turned his head and sucked her fingertips.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
He unfastened his pants and shoved them off, staring down at her.
“I never get over how beautiful you are,” he said, crawling onto the bed. He dropped his head and sucked on her nipple, playing with the ring, then switching sides. She arched up toward him.
“Mmm,” he said. “Want to give yourself to me?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her on the mouth and sank into her, groaning.
“May I talk to you?” she asked.
“Go ahead,” he said, sliding his cock deep inside her.
She licked his shoulder. “I didn’t do this only for you. Deep down, there’s a part of me that loves being your pet.”
“Brande—” he began, feeling overwhelmed.
“I’m yours now,” she whispered. “You can use me or share me however you want. By law, you own me.”
“Dead realms,” he cursed, clapping a hand over her mouth. He was close to coming already. She would put him right over the fucking edge. Those words went to the heart of every dark fantasy.
He remained still, eyes closed and concentrating, letting her effect on him die down to a deep need. When he had control again, he let go of her mouth and grabbed her arms, pinning them overhead.
He started to fuck her again, slowly at first. He wanted to savor this.
“Now,” he said, rubbing his pelvis against her clit. “Finish telling me about how I own you.”
It was her turn to be too caught up to talk. “In a minute,” she gasped, arching.
“Are you going to be my slave girl again tomorrow night?”
