I want her on her knees, so that I can see those lovely aquamarine eyes staring up at me with devotion and awe.
Her cunt fully yielded to me three orgasms ago. She’s tight, but her body surrendered to my will.
I lick my lips and taste her delicious arousal, all that wet desire just for me.
It’s her turn now.
I keep one arm braced around her lower back to support her as I rise, then lift my free hand to undo the knot that keeps her wrists bound above her head. She sags against me, her muscles weak and shaking after the long period of erotic torment.
I ease her down, guiding her to her knees. She sways slightly, like she’s drunk on the pleasure I’ve drawn from her lovely body.
I touch two fingers beneath her chin, and her perfect posture immediately straightens her shoulders. Her back arches slightly, putting her modest, pert breasts on display for me. Her pink nipples are pretty little buds, and I wonder how sensitive they are.
That exploration will have to wait for another time. I’ve barely begun to learn the secrets of her body, even if I already know her hidden, dark fantasies from our late-night messages.
Abigail is my perfect match.
And now, she’s all mine.
She walked right into her cage when she signed the contract to be my submissive. There’s no going back now.
I reach into my pocket and retrieve the collar I purchased for her weeks ago. One way or another, this was always going to end up locked around her pretty throat.
But my pet is proving to be sweetly docile. It’s almost a shame she’s not putting up more of a fight.
I blink once so that she can’t see the dark thought in my eyes. She’s staring up at me with that wide, guileless gaze, and I fear she might see straight into me if I don’t keep my new, surging emotions in check.
I want Abigail to feel safe with me. The fact that she’s willingly placing her trust in me makes something throb deep in the center of my chest. It’s almost a painful sensation, but I decide that I like it. I want more of this.
“Lift your hair for me,” I command.
I don’t wait or ask for her permission to collar her. She’s already agreed to this with her signature on the contract. Only a single word can stop what’s happening between us, and I won’t do anything that might push her to use it.
The black collar is a thin, midnight band of leather against her creamy skin. The rose gold ring at the front brings out the soft pink hues in her complexion. The matching buckle at her nape has a small ring that punches through the leather, and I deftly loop the delicate padlock through it. The soft click of the lock engaging draws the most delicious shiver from her, and her hair cascades from her fingers in sable waves.
I find the purple one and curve it around my finger. The gesture is calming in a way I’ve never known before. I smooth the vibrant locks into one perfect, loose curl that falls over her left breast, brushing her tight nipple. The rich amethyst shade against the pink bud is the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.
Her lips are a deeper shade of pink, slightly glossy from her tears. I trace my thumb along them, memorizing their shape and pliant texture.
So many long nights, I’ve laid alone in bed and fantasized about these lips around my cock.
The time for fantasies is over.
Abigail is my collared pet now, and she will eagerly give me access to every part of her body.
“Open your mouth.”
As I free my stiff cock from the confines of my trousers, those lovely lips part. Her hands brace at my hips, and her head dips forward to accept my length into her mouth.
My fingers anchor in her hair, stopping her short with a little warning tug. I tap my cock against her cheek in a light slap—a swift rebuke for trying to take control.
“What did I?—?”
I slap her again, more firmly this time. “Open your mouth.” I repeat the command, clipped and clear.
Her eyes shine with fresh tears, and they’re so blue that they practically glow like a sunlit, azure sea. Her lower lip trembles when she parts her lips again, then waits for my next move. She barely breathes as she stares up at me, completely vulnerable and willing to be used for my pleasure.
“Stick out your tongue.”
