I can't decide whether I want him to say yes or no. He sits and studies my face for a second.
“Yes.”
Yet another question pops out my mouth, and I wish I could take back. “Do you always collar your women?”
“No, I don’t have women.” He says the word in a tone that implies he’s annoyed I asked. “And no, I’ve never collared anyone before, but with you I seem to be a little more possessive.”
He traces his finger along my neck where the collar would be, and for some reason it makes me wish I had it on now. I’m curious how the weight of it would feel, and what it would be like to be possessed in that way.
“Speaking of the possessive tendencies I seem to have around you, that leaves me with my final two rules. You’re never speak to another man unless I grant you permission…” Before I protest, he finishes my thought for me “…Except those men you consider your family.” I should object, but those are the only men I talk to unless I’m working, and I seem not to be doing that for the time being, so the point is moot. It’s best to pick my battles with a man like Charles.
“Lastly, when we are around other people, if I don’t have a hand on you, then you must have a hand on me.” His finger continues to trace my throat like he’s outlining the collar I’ll soon wear.
“So I’m glued to you unless you dismiss me? Does that about sum up your rules?”
“I would never dismiss you,” he says softly, a hurt tone in his voice. No, maybe he wouldn't, but he does like to push until I dismiss myself. Sometimes he gets mad and storms out, but he’s never told me get out or to leave a room.
He puts the list down and wraps both arms around me, picking me up and carrying me across the room. He places me on the edge of the bed, and then removes my wings. I scoot to the middle and lie back on the soft red bedding. I’m surrounded by the silky smooth material, and my over-sensitized skin tingles at the sensation.
“Aren't these against the rules?” I pull at the string of the thong, wondering if I need to take it off. I’m being bold and I don’t care; my body is on edge. A flash of disappointment hits me when he shakes his head. My body is screaming for me to cum.
“Leave them on, kitten. I need something between us tonight.”
“You're not going to…” I let the words hang in the air.
“Not until you beg me.”
“Hmm. Then I guess this is going to be a long thirty days for you,” I retort, but even I don't believe my words.
“Oh, but you will beg me, and it will take everything in me not to cum all over myself.”
It’s crazy how easily his words make my whole body come to life. It’s so different to anything I’ve ever felt before. Charles has awoken something in me; something that has been smoldering there since the first time I met him. That first spark hit, and then it almost died when I found out who he was. Now he’s feeding it again, making it burn brighter and hotter than ever. It’s almost like he can see me better than I can see myself. More importantly, he's making me feel desired. It’s like I'm the most perfect thing he's ever seen and he’s worried I could slip from his hold. Maybe that's just how a Dominant talks, but either way, I like it.
I’m not sure what Charles is playing at, but what does it hurt to enjoy it for a little while? I want to take something for myself. I’ve spent a large chunk of my life meeting other people's needs and doing what needed to be done for others. I put myself to the back of the line, but right now, if I let myself, I could taste something I really want.
“Open your legs, kitten.”
I spread my legs wide, and I watch as Charles removes my heels, placing them on the floor. Circling to the back of the bed, his eyes never leave my body. I feel like he’s devouring me as he stares at me hungrily.
He reaches for one of the cuffs and secures my wrists to the bed. “When I’m not in the bed with you, you’ll be cuffed to it. If for some reason we go to bed at different times, I want to know your body is ready and waiting for me when I join you. Once I’m in the bed with you, you won't need to be cuffed because you’ll have me locked around you.” I feel moisture flood my pussy as he spreads my legs further apart, cuffing them too. He hasn't even really touched me yet. I think he could send me over with the slightest tap.
When he starts to walk away from the bed, I bite my tongue from calling out his name. Is he leaving me like this? I shift, trying to ease the pulse I feel in my clit, but it seems like the longer my legs are spread, the worse it gets. I have no way to stop it—only Charles can. His words about me begging for it flash through my mind, and I’m reminded of how wrong I really was.
I hear shuffling around, and then he’s back in my view, holding a black box in his hand. He stands beside the bed and opens the box to reveal a delicate necklace. It looks like a chain of rubies with a small cluster of diamonds set along every inch. There’s a large diamond set in a buckle at the front, and the clasp at the rear looks to be almost sturdy. He takes the necklace out of the box and crawls onto the bed. Straddling me, he leans over and puts it around my neck, leaving the buckle lying against my throat. I feel the weight of it around my neck, and I hear a click as he stares into my eyes. It’s a powerful moment. I can almost feel tension leave his body at the sound of the click.
“Your collar is now locked around your neck, and the only thing that can unlock it is the key I have around mine.” He reaches into his shirt and pulls a small key on a long platinum chain. I watch as he kisses it and puts it back under his shirt. “Now, kitten, it’s time for me to play with my prize.”
Chapter Six
Charles
“I think it’s time for a kiss, don’t you?”
She looks at me and raises an eyebrow, like she can’t believe I’m serious. I give her a wicked smile and move down her body.
“Where are you going?” Her voice sounds almost panicked. When I said I wanted a kiss, I didn’t say where.
Reaching up, I take off my devil horns and throw them to the floor. I’m still fully dressed, so I back off the end of the bed and get undressed. I slowly remove my suit jacket and throw it on the chaise beside the bed. She watches me with wide eyes as I unbutton my dress shirt and remove it. I unbuckle my belt. I see her lick her lips again and it makes my cock ache for her mouth. I take off my shoes, socks, and slacks, I’m left standing in a white undershirt and black boxer briefs. My cock is so fucking hard, it’s nearly creeping out of the bottom of my underwear and down my thigh. I reach behind my neck, grabbing my undershirt and pulling it off in one quick move. I think for just a second about taking off my boxers, but if I do that, this will all be over. Fast.
Mandy never takes her eyes off me as I stand at the end of the bed, staring at her body. She’s stretched out perfectly on the king-size bed, allowing me to see every inch of her gorgeous body. I want to climb on top of her and fuck her so hard, but more than that, I want her to beg.
The cool chain of her key around my neck is a gentle reminder that she’s mine. She may think it’s only for the next thirty days, but I don’t plan on ever releasing her. One thing Mandy doesn’t know is that this isn’t a sprint for me, it’s a marathon. I plan on taking my time with her and savoring every minute we are together, and right now, there is something very sweet on her body I need to savor.