“But because you trust me to direct you.”
My throat tightened.“Yes,” I said.“I choose that.”
Only then did he reach for me.
His fingers threaded briefly into my hair, anchoring my attention as he fastened the collar around my throat, firm, but never careless.The pressure wasn’t suffocating.It was secure.
Deliberate.
The weight of it settled against my skin, warm and undeniable.
He stepped back and met my eyes.
“Stay.”
The word settled into me, grounding rather than restraining.I remained on my knees, spine tall, breath steady, the weight of the collar a constant reminder of the choice I’d made.Not because I had to.Because his guidance centered me.
Creed circled once, slow, and deliberate, his presence pressing close without contact.I felt him behind me, the heat of him, the awareness sharpened by waiting.Every instinct urged me to lean back, to seek him out.I didn’t.
That was the point.
“Hands,” he said.
I placed them palm-up on my thighs.Waiting.
Then he clipped the leash.The sound, metal on metal, echoed inside me.He tugged once, gently, and my entire body responded.
“Good.Look at me.”An instruction.
He stopped in front of me, close, and present.I tilted my head back to meet his eyes, the movement unhurried, intentional.His gaze didn’t consume.It steadied me.It asked something deeper.
When his hands finally rested on my shoulders, it wasn’t a claim.It was a checkpoint.
“You’re listening,” he said, quiet and calm.
“Yes, Sir.”
His mouth tilted.It wasn’t a smile.Just a signal that I’d done well.Not because I was pleasing him.Because I was present.Engaged.Ready.
“This,” he said softly, “isn’t control.”
It was instruction.Connection.
Creed stood tall, unhurried, his belt sliding free with a soft whisper of leather.His zipper lowered next, each sound paced like a breath.He was aroused, yes, but his presence wasn’t hungry.It was patient.His cock curved toward me, thick, hot, and offered.
I didn’t move.
I waited.
Eyes still lifted, hands still resting.I let him see that I wouldn’t take what wasn’t mine to receive.That this moment began with him.
His eyes flicked to mine again, intent meeting trust.
“You want it?”he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then begin.Gently.”
