The weight and pressure of his hand controlling my breath focus me on his words as my eyes burn, hating him for seeing so much, but loving him for it at the same time.
I pout, and that urge to curl into his lap returns as he withdraws his hand, returning to the wall with the leather straps.
“I’m your Daddy, but I’m also your uncle that wears your father’s face.” He holds up a dangling bundle of pink leather connected by chrome rings and studs.
Is that what I think it is?
His lips curl into something akin to a smile, something he rarely does. The tips of his fingers twitch as he holds the pink garment in one hand, and in the other a long chrome-linked leash attached to a matching pink leather and chrome collar.
“I’m not wearing a dog collar.” I cross my arms.
The vulnerability of standing in front of him naked makes the wetness between my legs drip down my inner thighs.
Rye doesn't react. His face is set in stone. “You'll wear the collar, Dautie. With the leash attached and crawl on all fours if it pleases me. I was going to let you play in the ball pit, but it seems there's a different set of balls that you need to start paying attention to. You're going to get your first lesson in cock worship to focus your mind. Your evening dare just changed direction.”
CHAPTER 4
Elodie
I'm surprised at how little fight I put up as Rye buckles me into what can only be described as a series of pink leather belts that basically cover nothing. Instead, they accentuate certain areas more than you would think.
Naked is naked, but somehow, I feel more exposed than even having nothing on.
The world narrows to a pin prick when he buckles the pink collar around the center of my throat and clips the leash to it, jerking me hard against him.
My mind goes blank.
I open my mouth, thinking I should put up at least some kind of haughty protest as Rye holds the chrome leash wrapped around his hand. But there's something in his eyes that sucks any of the brat I was considering letting loose back into the ether.
“For the record, I haven't touched a woman since your mother married my brother. If your previous comment about my sex life is any indication of where your little girl head is at.”
His admission leaves me shaken.
“No one?” I stutter.
“No. No one in all those years. Not one.” He lowers his hand, and the tension on the collar snaps taut, pulling me down with it. “After one of these nights, I might find myself fucking my hand a few times. Other than that, I'm all pent-up frustration, little girl. And then you walked in.”
He drags me down to the floor by pulling the leash nearly to his feet. My knees meet the soft rug, his foot spreading them wide as I find myself kneeling in front of my uncle, looking up. A sudden rush of confusion, shame, and something surreal washes over me as his face flickers.
My uncle. My father. My uncle.
Back and forth. My brain tries to make sense of what's going on.
There's a knock on the door that breaks the tension. Rye straights back to standing, his head turned toward the door, his eyes darken, the pupils nearly pushing out the last of the greenish-gold iris.
“What?” He barks, a muscle ticking in his cheek. The day’s scruff on his jawline moving under his skin.
A man’s voice comes through the door. “Just checking if you’re going to be coming back anytime soon. The room sessions are scheduled for ten minutes and we have to clean--”
“I’ll be as long as I fucking wanna be. My name’s on the god damn deed and last time I looked, I was still majority owner of the business. Don’t knock on the fucking door again.”
Deed. Majority owner.
I knew Uncle Rye was an investor and a business man, but the specifics of such never seemed to materialize in any family conversations. Now I know why.
There’s a quick shuffling sound from outside the door, but Rye’s attention is back on me as I stare up from my position on my knees, swallowing around the dry lump in my throat. I'm nervous, maybe for the first time tonight. It’s not fear of being harmed in some way, but still, anything could happen and I’m ill-prepared for at best for any of this.
There's something between us now, even in this dark fantasy world, that feels more real than any of the times we've been together over the last 14 years.
