Harper nodded, taking the box back from me. He put the simple chain on first. It hung down to my collarbones, and I knew right now I’d never take it off ever again.
Then he fastened the leather collar around my neck. It was heavier, but the leather was soft, and the weight of it was comforting.
“This one is just for us,” he told me, his fingertips tracing the edges of it. “Wear it for me when we’re alone.” His fingers dipped to the chain. “And this one—”
“Always,” I answered eagerly. “I’ll wear it always.”
He smiled. “Because you’re mine always.”
thirty-nine
Benny
NEW BODYGUARD OR SOMETHING.
“Strip for me, pretty boy. I want to see you in my collar and nothing else.”
There was nothing graceful about how quickly I stripped off the expensive suit or the crumpled pile it ended up in on the floor behind me, but Harper didn’t seem to mind.
Then I was naked except for the gifts he had given me and kneeling in front of him again.
His eyes traveled down my body slowly, taking in every inch of skin as if it were the first time he’d seen it, until they stopped on my dick, hard and reaching for him.
His tongue wet his bottom lip.
“It’s your birthday,” he said, his eyes lingering a moment longer before finding mine again. “So tonight, I’ll let you have and do whatever you want. No limits.”
I swallowed. “Anythin’?”
“Anything.”
He was handing me control. Giving me free rein of him and his body and trusting me with it completely.
I chewed my lip as I considered what I’d do with this gift. Withhim.
Slowly, I pushed up from my knees, my fingers stroking up over his shins to his outer thighs.
He’d given me consent for anything, but all I wanted was him. To touch him. To hold him, as I already had, and as I planned to every day for the rest of our lives.
I removed his tie first, letting it join the pile of clothing behind me, then I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, with my eyes lost in his. I slid it down his arms, exposing flawless alabaster skin.
Then I unfastened his pants. “Lift?” I whispered, and he raised his hips for me to pull them down. A small smile pulled at his lips, but my eyes were still drawn to his like a magnet. A wordless conversation in which nothing was said but everything was understood.
Then he was naked too, and I could spend the entire night just looking at him, appreciating his perfect body. Studying it like an archaeologist would an ancient statue, with a care that bled into devotion, until I knew all his history. Until I knew his body better than I knew my own.
When I claimed his lips this time, it was slow, gentle, filled with care and gratitude.
I was so grateful that he let me be soft, that he allowed himself the same.
My lips found his neck, lingering only a moment before trailing each shoulder and down his chest, over his toned stomach, his thighs.
I placed only brief kisses over his perfect cock as it pulsed in response, and as much as I wanted to suck him down and bring him all the pleasure I could, this wasn’t the part of him I wanted most.
“Turn around?” I asked.
His smile grew. He turned. I’d been planning to kiss over all the skin of his back too, but my eyes were immediately drawn to another surprise he’d prepared for me.
Between perfect cheeks, a golden plug, with “Benny’s Sir” engraved in cursive letters.
