It’s theotherkind of touching I’m still not sure how I’ll react to.
“Jackson, I loveyou,” he says, catching my gaze with his again, his brown eyes holding sincerity. “I love your brilliant mind and your compassionate heart. There’s no timeline in place for anything else. I want you now—right now, just the way you are—and I’ll want you forever.”
Something inside me loosens.
“Good. Because I want to belong to you forever,” I whisper as I hold the box up between us. “Put it on me?”
He smiles and exhales a small breath. “Of course.”
Taking the box from me, he removes the lock and sets the box on the counter. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a small key in that same anodized green steel. Placing it in the lock, he turns it, and there’s a quiet click when it unlocks.
As he removes the O-ring from my collar, his gaze holds mine. I’m a willing prisoner as I let him bind me to him, knowing he’ll be the only one to ever hold the key.
The act of him replacing the clasp with the lock is intimate, but it’s also…erotic.
His eyes never leave mine as he threads the shackle through both ends of the chain and closes it, locking it.
I’m his.
The moment that certainty hits, the moment the echo of the lock clicking into place fades out, the moment the cool metal touches my skin…
I want him.
“Isaac…”
His name comes out a whispered moan.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks, innocently like he can’t see the arousal in my eyes.
But I know he sees it.
I lick my lips, my breath already coming out in pants.
“Touch me.”
He does slowly. First, it’s his forehead pressed lightly to mine, letting me see the desire growing in his eyes too. Then it’s his hands slipping beneath the hem of my shirt, fingertips ghosting over my skin. I shiver.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“More.”
It’s an answer and a plea.
His fingers dip below the waistband of my jeans, testing and exploring while his eyes roam my face for any sign of distress.
He won’t find it.
“Isaac, please.” I keep my voice low between us like I’m afraid of scaring this away. “I want more.”
He pops the button of my jeans and reaches into my boxer briefs. His hand wraps around my thickening cock, and I thinkevery bit of tension I’ve still been carrying around with me from this entire school year vanishes.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, rolling my forehead against his until his warm breath is fanning over my jaw.
Pulling my dick out of my underwear, he gives me a light stroke and kisses my jaw.
“Do you want me to make you come, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please.” I tilt my head back as his mouth travels down to my throat. “I want you to come too.”
