Hot, thick ropes filled my mouth, the taste of him flooding my tongue, my throat, and heheldme there, cock still twitching against the back of my throat like he needed every drop emptied inside me.
“Swallow it,” he growled. “All of it.”
I swallowed him down without flinching, sucking the head once more as he pulled out, my lips dragging slowly across the tip, licking the last drop like it was mine to keep. My throat ached. My jaw burned.
He collapsed onto the bed. “Fuck. That was... ” His eyes found mine again. “Play with him. Let me watch.”
I turned toward Dirks and smiled like the predator I was. “Oh, Iintendto.”
He was frozen in place, hand gripped around his cock like he was afraid to let go, his whole body tense. I reached for the collar on the ground and held it up with two fingers, letting it dangle like bait.
“Put it on. You don’t get to come until I say,” I murmured, standing tall and dragging the collar across my inner thigh as I looked down at him. “And you sure as fuck don’t get to stroke yourself when you’re in front ofme.”
He dropped his hand from his cock like I’d burned him, his breath catching as I stepped closer.
“Now, baby,” I said, rolling the collar up in my palm. “Put it on. And kneel.”
His lips parted, chest rising faster, cock twitching against his stomach as he reached out with shaking hands.
Dirks’s fingers were trembling as he fastened the collar around his throat, that perfect black leather snug against his flushed skin. He knelt for me beautifully—chest bare, cockthrobbing against his stomach, hands on his thighs, eyes wide and waiting. His breathing was erratic, but he held position.
I leaned in, threading my fingers through his hair before gripping just a little harder than necessary, reminding him who he belonged to.
“You know what that collar means now, don’t you? You’re mine until I say otherwise.”
“Yes, Madame.”
I smiled, let go, and rose to my full height, rolling my shoulders back as I turned toward the far corner of the room, where the closet waited.
My steps were slow, every inch of me humming with power and purpose. When I reached the threshold, I let my fingers trail across the handle before gripping it.
I paused and glanced over my shoulder, locking eyes with Jeremy.
He was sprawled across the bed, watching with that same satisfied stillness he always had after taking what he wanted. One arm rested behind his head, the other beside his cock, which hadn’t softened in the slightest.
“Sir, do I have permission to pull out my old toy... and fuck him?”
Jeremy blinked, and for a moment, his composure faltered. “You haven’t?”
“Not yet.”
His jaw tightened, eyes dropping to Dirks’s kneeling form, then back to me. His cock twitched, and he nodded once. “Fuck him. Make him take every inch. Then bring him to me.”
I stepped into the closet and the moment I saw it hanging where I’d left it—my favorite harness and the thick, black strap-on that never failed to make me feel powerful—my pulse quickened. I grabbed it with both hands, the leather cool and stiff from disuse.
I fastened the harness tight around my hips, adjusted the straps until the base ground against my clit. I gave my hips a roll, testing the pressure. My pussy clenched.
When I walked back into the room, Dirks was still kneeling exactly where I left him. Jeremy hadn’t moved either, but the heat in his stare had doubled.
“You see this?” I said as I approached Dirks. I fisted the shaft, stroking it once. “You’re going to earn it with your mouth first.”
“Yes, Madame.”
“Good boy.”
I reached for the chain attached to the collar around his throat and yanked hard enough to make him stumble forward on his knees.
Then I shoved the tip of the strap-on against his lips. “Open.”
