She was working her fingers together, watching my eyes unblinkingly.
“I’m right here, baby,” I told her, pulling at the ribbons a little, feeling them give a little. “We’re in our bed. Ours. Just you and me.”
Her soft throat bobbed, an almost indecipherable nod coming from her. She glanced towards the bag and back before picking it up. “You liked my hand around your throat enough to get it tattooed on your neck,” she started nervously, “so I, um…I ordered something for you, but only for this,” she added quickly, finding my eyes again. “Just for when…just for this.”
It wasn’t permanent. I understood that, but did she get me a collar? Oh myGod, did she get me a collar?
My question was answered the second she turned back to me, showing me a two-inch-thick black leather collar with a chain already attached to it.
My cock twitched, my eyes finding hers again, a smile touching my lips. Fuck, I had never been so excited. “You going to collar me, pup?”
She nodded, her face bright red. “Yes,” she breathed out.
Fuck me. I lifted my head, giving her full access, my eyes still trained on her as she carefully leaned forward, glancing at my eyes and back every few seconds.
She was so scared that I would disappear. I wondered if this collar was meant for another, deeper purpose than just a sign of dominance.
Goosebumps erupted over my skin as her fingers trailed along my throat, the weight of the collar more comfortable than I had expected for someone like me.
She buckled it on and slowly sat back, trailing her left hand down the short leash until she was settled back in her spot.
I felt her tighten her grip on it, tug on it, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to let my eyes roll back again. She had control. My Claim, claiming me. “Okay,” she whispered, glancing back. “Okay.”
“You’re doing so good, Olivia,” I said, just to say something. I couldn’t handle this. My cock was so goddamn hard. I just wanted to fuck her. I wanted to feel that warm cunt wraparound me. I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her and never come out.
She glanced back towards me before looking back and carefully lifting herself up, scooting back, and settling back down right along the length of my shaft.
I groaned, my body tensing.
Her eyes were locked onto mine, unblinking. “Talk to me,” she told me, so still, she looked like a statue. “Like you would if the roles were reversed. Like you did before that night. Talk to me.”
Now that I could do.
I allowed my mind to shift back into that role I loved so fucking much. The taunting, teasing, pushing role she had fallen for so long ago. “You’re such a good little whore,” I told her, shoving my hips up ever so slightly. “Look at you, dripping just for me.”
Her hand tightened around the leash around my neck, her muscles relaxing ever so slightly. “Keep going,” she told me, shifting her hips a little until I could feel that warm cunt surround my shaft.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “You’ve been such a bad girl, pup,” I panted, watching her eyes as they slowly shifted from fear to lust. “You deserve to be punished, you know you do, so take it like the good little whore you are.”
Her lips parted on a breath, her hand pulling at that leash a little more as her hips finally started to move up and down my throbbing shaft.
The sounds that were coming out of me were unholy. “Just like that,” I praised her. “Show me how you play with it, baby, show me.”
She lowered her body a little more, putting a little more weight on me, her eyes hooded, her body shaking, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Fuck, that’s it, you’re doing so good,” I purred for her, pulling against the restraints, my hips bucking up involuntarily.
Olivia fell forward, her nails digging into my stomach, her hair falling over her shoulders, her panting filling the room. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, pushing her hips back and pulling them forward, rocking them against me.
“You’re so wet, baby, how long have you been holding that in?” I panted, the pain from her nails sending a flood of endorphins straight to my brain.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, looking down to where her dress covered the both of us.
Fuck, was I losing her? “It’s just us, baby,” I told her, pulling harder at the restraints. “Look at me,” I ordered.
But she didn’t move, her hips slowing.
“Look at me,” I snarled.
