My lips parted in awe as I held it, feeling the luxurious leather and turning it over my hand. I read online how important collaring was to some dominants. Not everyone liked collars, so very few doms collared their subs. Seeing the pink collar in my hand, I felt important. Desired. Worthy. Enough.
I didn’t have any words to describe how special I felt. How precious Sean made me feel.
My heart threatened to burst out of my chest when he asked me if he could help me wear it.
I lifted my hair, watching our reflection in the mirror as he clasped the collar behind my neck. It was snug and perfectly fitted my neck. I swallowed, tracing it. I felt owned, but there was something else that I couldn’t understand.
“It looks even better than I imagined,” Sean said, his eyes pinned on my neck. His hands squeezed my shoulder, and he leaned down. “Do you like it, Princess? If you want to make some changes, we can customize it.”
I shook my head, playing with the heart tag. “I love it.” I looked at him, his sincere face and black eyes. “Maybe I can get you a collar, too.”
“Oh, really?” Humor lit his eyes, his arms wrapping around me as we came face to face. “What kind of collar would suit me, Princess?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hummed. “Pink, of course.”
He nodded, pretending to be serious. “Of course,” he said in aduhvoice.
“A heart tag similar to this with ‘Princess’s Brat’ written on it,” I said proudly, raising my chin.
“Princess’s Brat,hm?” He threw me over the bed, making me laugh as his fingers tickled my waist, my body curling up. “I should have customized it to ‘Daddy’s Brat’ instead. Give it back, I’ll get it fixed.”
“No!” I cried out, laughing as he didn’t take mercy on me. “It’smine.”
Sean stopped, a grin playing on his lips as he hovered over me. “Andyouare mine,” he said, tracing the collar and leaning down.
I saw the emotions in his eyes, making my chest feel warm. I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his. The kiss was surprisingly gentle and yet the caress of his lips on my mouth set me aflame, turning the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl.
“Will you wear it for me whenever we’re alone?” He asked, caressing my cheek, his eyes crinkling in the corner.
I nodded, touching the collar. “I never want to take it off.”
He kissed me again before sitting up. “I bought you something else to wear in public.” He paused and added, “Only if you want to.”
I sat up. Sean seemed a little serious and nervous as he grabbed the velvet box from the nightstand drawer. I tucked my hair behind my ear when he sat across from me.
Is he proposing? No. Ring boxes are small and this is a flat box.
What am I even thinking?
My hands flew to my mouth when he opened it. Tiny diamonds gleamed at me and I stared at Sean and the delicate jewelry.
“Why did you get me this?” I blurted, shaking my head. “It seems too expensive.”
“Shush, you,” he mock-scolded me and held the bracelet up. “Nothing is too expensive for me, Princess. Especially when it comes to spoiling you. Now give me your hand.”
My hand was shaking and he must have noticed. His thumb gently rubbed circles on my pulse. I held my breath when he closed the latch of the bracelet and turned my hand around.
He hummed appreciatively, “I love how it looks on you.”
I swallowed, blinking back tears and held my hand up in the air, twirling it around to see the tiny diamonds gleam and shine. It was dainty and simple, yet full of tiny diamonds on the surface, making it look elegant.
“I take it you like it?” He asked.
How could he be so unsure of my reaction?
“I love it,” I breathed out, knowing he wanted to hear it. “Thank you.”
I hugged him, almost straddling his lap as he let out a soft chuckle and hugged me back, kissing my cheek. “You’re welcome, pretty girl.” His voice, his laugh, his touch, his gifts—all of it warmed my heart.
