Page 38 of Possessive Ink

The instant I fastened the clasp, an intense sense of ownership settled into my chest, like now that I’ve visibly claimed her as mine, I can settle and simply enjoy her.

Collaring a woman I barely know, who didn’t understand the significance of what I’ve done, wasn’t ever my intention, but everything about her feels so mine that I simply couldn’t resist. And now with an everlasting circlet of gold around her throat, it feels even more right. Lemon is mine. My woman. My princess. My submissive. Mine.

I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her long enough to wash myself, but I half-heartedly cover myself with soap, scrubbing shampoo and then conditioner into my short hair while I focus all of my attention on her.

Once she’s rinsed the last of the conditioner from her wet strands, she bites her lip as she looks from my face to my hard cock.

“Can I take care of that for you…” she swallows thickly. “Sir.”

I don’t think she’s ever been with a man who likes to be called Sir before, but it’s clear that it has an effect on her.

“What do you want to do, Princess?” I tease.

“I want to suck your cock,” she says sexily.

“Ask then,” I taunt, knowing that we’ll both enjoy it more if I make her beg for it.

“Can I suck your cock, Sir?”

Holding out my hand to her, I wait for her to place hers in mine before I speak. “Anything for you, Princess.”

Supporting her while she sinks to her knees, I watch as she curls her fingers around my dick, keeping her eyes locked with mine as she parts her lips, leans forward, and engulfs my cock with her mouth.

Hot, wet bliss surrounds me as my princess swallows my dick whole, taking me to the back of her throat and then humming. I’ve had several other mouths around my cock. I’ve felt the back of a throat or two. But nothing has ever felt as good as this does. My knees threaten to buckle, and I slap my hand against the tile as she sucks my dick like someone’s offered her a million dollars to make me come as fast as possible.

And hell, if I had a million dollars, I’d probably give it to her, because in less than a minute my balls are bluer than a frostbitten Smurf and my dick is twitching with the need to explode.

“Jesus, Princess, you’re too good at that. But I’m not ready to come yet, so you need to ease up,” I rasp, tangling my fingers in her wet hair and dragging her almost all the way off my cock.

Blinking innocently, she looks up at me, her lips still spread wide around my dick.

“Easy,” I say softly.

At the hint of a nod, I run my hand over her hair and cup her cheek. “Let me see,” I order.

Parting her lips, she shows me the sight of my cock wet with her saliva sitting on her tongue, and I thank fuck that I found her before anyone else did. “Make me come, Princess.”

Smiling around my dick, she closes her lips around my girth and sucks the cum straight out of my balls. I probably should be embarrassed at the speed I fill her mouth with my release, but honestly, it’s the best blowjob I’ve ever received, and I have a lifetime with her to test my endurance.

Once my balls are empty and she’s swallowed my cum like it’s her favorite treat, I pick her up and kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue as I haul her into my arms, and urge her to wrap her arms and legs around me.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re perfect.”

“Because I like giving blowjobs?” she asks breathily.

Chuckling, I smile. “That’s only one of the reasons, but I’m happy for you to suck my dick as often as you like. All you have to do is ask.”

Instead of being offended and fighting not to show it like so many women I’ve known in the past, Lemon grins. She fucking grins, her lips spread so wide her eyes wrinkle at the sides.

“We need to get dressed.” I sigh, stepping out of the shower with her still clinging to me.

Turning off the water, I enclose her in a towel, grabbing another for myself as I carry her into the closet. When I designed this room, I only considered my needs. The amount of storage is probably excessive for one person, but I have a lot of clothes, and from what I saw, so does Lemon. Trying to fit all of our things into the space I currently have isn’t going to work, so as I set her down on her feet, I walk to the end of the room, contemplating how to make this big enough for both of us.

“Are you okay?” she asks, wrapping a towel around herself and hiding her sexy body from my view.

“I’m just wondering how we can extend the closet,” I say vaguely. I haven’t told Lemon that she’ll be moving in with me yet because I don’t think she’s ready for me to explain just how committed I already am to her and our future.

Informing her that she’ll be living with me once her lease has ended might result in her freaking out, so instead, I’m planning on just blending her life with mine bit by bit in a way that she won’t panic about until she’s so intrinsically mine that she won’t want to be anywhere but where I am.