By the time I was done with him, my thighs were trembling, and his cock was still twitching inside me, thick and unsatisfied. I’d ridden him hard, edging him for what felt like forever, denying his release over and over just because Icould.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me.”
He shuddered, breath hot on my collarbone. “I have something to show you.”
I tilted my head, still straddling him, cock buried deep. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Let me get you warmed up first... then I want you inside.”
I lifted off his cock with a wet, aching slide, watching his jaw clench at the loss. My thighs ached deliciously as I stepped out of the tub. He followed, dripping and flushed, grabbing a thick towel from the bench and wrapping it around my shoulders before handing me a second one for my legs.
“Come inside with me.”
I nodded, and he offered his hand, guiding me into the warmth of the house. Steam rolled off our bodies as we stepped inside.
“Start a fire, and then you can show me what’s got you acting like a little kid on Christmas morning.”
Instead of going straight to the hearth, he grabbed a brown paper grocery bag from the counter and handed it to me.
I arched my brow. “You brought me snacks?”
“Better,” he said, a crooked grin playing at his lips. “Open it.”
I loosened the folded top and peeked inside before bursting into laughter.
“You broughtthisin the same bag you brought soup?”
Dirks froze in front of the fireplace where he was starting a small fire. “It was a double-use bag.”
I reached in, shaking my head as I pulled out a coil of black leather and metal. A collar with a silver D ring and a long chain leash attached.
“Oh,Dirks.” I held it up, letting the leash clink down dramatically. “You want me to put this on you? Walk you around like a good boy?”
He turned his head, eyes smoldering, andnodded.
I bit my lip, heat flashing low in my belly. The sight of him, naked, wet, flushed from the hot tub, and kneeling at my command, was almost too much.
“Crawl to me.”
He dropped to all fours without hesitation and moved toward me slowly, every inch of him coiled in obedience. I let the leash drag along the floor until he reached me, then hooked two fingers under his chin.
“You really are mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Madame.”
The leather slid snug against his throat as I fastened the collar, theclickof the buckle sending a rush of wet heat betweenmy thighs. The chain leash felt deliciously heavy in my hand as I gave it a firm tug, making him lift his head and meet my gaze.
“Let’s play. What’s your safe word tonight?”
“Midnight.”
I nodded. “We’ll both use midnight. If you cannot speak and want to stop, tap the inside of my knees twice. I’ll do the same.”
I yanked the chain and stepped back, watching him crawl forward on his hands and knees, cock hard and bobbing beneath him, leaking from the tip.
“You like this, don’t you?” I purred, circling him slowly, dragging the leash as I walked. “Like being collared.”
“Yes, Madame.”
