Renee gasps and clutches me. “Yes please… Master.”
As always, her use of that word floods my chest with warmth. “Good girl.”
My good girl.
Mine.
* * *
Renee
I must be under some kind of spell. Until tonight, I had put my newly discovered pleasure in submission down to this Omega estrus thing.
But I’m not in estrus anymore, and yet when that demon growled, I almost came on the spot.
Then he confused me more by asking me to go to bed with him. Krav never asks. He orders. He takes. He commands. Is this new show of respect because of the recent conversation we had about consent? Or is it because he’s no longer in rut?
While I’m desperate to continue making my case for meeting the other Earth women—or at least one of them—I’m old enough to know when to keep pushing a subject, and when to bide my time. In that regard, Krav is easy to read. So I’ll drop the topic. For now.
Besides, it’ll be way easier to have a conversation when my ass isn’t filled with this plug.
Of course I was going to choose to satisfy my curiosity about this surprise he has in store for me. For a wicked demon, he’s awfully generous. Will his surprise be sweet? Cruel? A delicious combination of both?
My temperature is rising to match his. I’m not in heat but I’m insanely hot for him again… still… whatever.
Once we’re in my bedroom, he says “Strip,” in a tone that turns my knees to water.
My dress slips easily over my head. Krav designed it that way.
His tail lashes the air behind him, but the rest of him remains still. Cold. Imperious. And damn if that doesn’t turn me on. “Kneel down and close your eyes.”
The floor is hard even through the rug. I shift from knee to knee, hoping it won’t be long before we move to the soft mattress. The plug feels bigger in this position.
“Who owns you?” His words are accompanied by a growl which makes my entire pussy clench—just once, but violently.
“You do, Master.”
“Which is why I want you to wear this. Open your eyes.”
I blink, bringing the glittering object in his outstretched palm into focus. It’s a collar. Fashioned in gleaming rose gold, it’s made of three twirled cords, delicately interwoven. A tiny, flame-colored gemstone sparkles in the center. I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “It’s stunning,” I croak.
“You like it?” The hope in his voice is endearing.
“I do. It’s beautiful.”
“And yet not as beautiful as you.”
The warmth in his voice stirs my belly. When he talks like this, I melt into a puddle of goo.
“Lift your hair, pet.”
I lower my head and gather the hair off the nape of my neck as he moves behind me. The metal is smooth and comforting against my skin. “Thank you,” I whisper once he’s fastened it into place.
“I want to give you all the pretty things,” he murmurs, leaning down and helping me to my feet. His hand trails down over my belly, lower… lower… but just before he gets to my thrumming clit, he reaches to cup my cheek instead. “Now get on the bed. On your back.”
I love it when he gives me direct orders. Of course, I also love it when he’s too impatient and positions me himself. I do as he says, heat pulsing through my core. In my aroused state, even the plug in my ass feels good. Seems I’m discovering an anal kink as well as a submissive side.
“Spread your legs wide, and close your eyes. Arms above your head.”
