“You are mine, yes.”
She dropped her hands, her gaze meeting mine. “I don’t understand. I don’t…know anything about that kind of…thing.”
“I want to be the one who takes care of you, Elli. Protect you, guide you. Fix all your problems. Give you the life you deserve.” I slowly kissed up her throat, savoring each taste. Feeling her tremble, I licked over her fluttering pulse. “And you will be my good girl.”
Chapter 27
Judge
All day, I’d been starving for her.
During court, it was a struggle to concentrate because all I could think about was getting back to my chambers and sinking into her again and again. I’d been tempted to rip the head off the defense counsel because they seemed so comically inept and were prolonging the day, keeping me from returning to my Elli.
Pressing another kiss to her throat, I stood.
To give her room to breathe, think…choose.
Ellianna touched the choker again, her eyes dazed. “But why?”
“Why what, baby?”
She sighed and dropped her hand. “Why me? You had Rita in your office just last week. Isn’t she more…the type?”
“Rita was a convenient fuck,” I admitted. “We had a mutually beneficial understanding. She didn’t want a commitment any more than I did. Relationships with men aren’t her thing. But I didn’t fuck her last week, Elli.”
Her choker moved when she swallowed hard. “You would have if I hadn’t shown up.”
“Probably,” I agreed. She flinched, but I didn’t want to lie. This relationship wouldn’t work if we weren’t honest with each other.
Georgetown whispered through my mind, but I quickly squashed the thought. That was the past. Moving forward, we would have nothing but honesty.
“Which is why I don’t understand, Judge.” I shot her a glare, and she squirmed against the sheets. “Zachary, I don’t know why you want me, when you have her to fulfill your needs.”
“She doesn’t fulfill anything. She was a body to get off in, nothing more. For years, you have been the only one I’ve wanted. But I told myself I couldn’t have you. You were too young. Too innocent. What I wanted with you would scare you. Those are the excuses I tried to feed myself, Elli. I was still sure that I had to fight what I craved—still crave—with you up until Saturday night.”
“But… I…” She trailed off, seeming lost for words.
“I’ve never wanted to collar anyone before. But with you, everything is different. You will be my first, my only.”
Tears filled her eyes. When she blinked, several spilled over her lashes and down her cheeks. “I want that. To be your only.”
Groaning, I dropped back down beside her. Cupping her face in both hands, I kissed her brow. “You always have been, baby.”
She leaned into my touch. “I…I want this,” she murmured, pink filling her cheeks. “But I don’t know how this kind of thing works. Are there rules? Is this a Christian/Ana relationship? Is it even a relationship?”
“I don’t know who Christian and Ana are, but this is definitely a relationship, Elli.”
Her laugh never failed to make me react. I fucking loved that sound. “You know, Fifty Shades?” I must have shown my confusion, because she only laughed harder. “Those movies you refused to let Lyla and me watch when we were teenagers.”
“The porn movie?”
“Oh my God,” she giggled. “You still have no idea what I’m talking about.”
“Because it’s just a movie.”
“The books came first.” I narrowed my eyes on her, and she batted her lashes at me innocently. “What? I never read them. I was a good girl.”
“Which means Lyla did?” Her silence was more of a response than if she’d tried to lie. “I’m going to pretend we never had a discussion about my sister watching abuse masquerading as BDSM.”
“But that’s what this is?” she asked, her amusement fading into nervous curiosity once more. “BDSM?”
“We are a Dom and sub,” I explained, unable to stop myself from brushing my thumb over the O-ring. “There might be times when we explore the BD, bondage and discipline, if that’s something you’re comfortable with. But there will never be any SM.” She couldn’t mask her relief. “Baby, my only goal is to bring you pleasure. I’m going to push your limits, just like today, but I will never hurt you.”
“I liked today,” she admitted softly, her blush deepening.
“Which part?”
Her pulse quickened under my fingers. “All of it.”
“Including the discipline?” She nodded. “Use your words, Elli.”
Her tongue skimmed over her bottom lip. “I loved the discipline.”
“And you choose this?” I needed to hear her answer. “Will you be mine?”
“But you said I was already yours,” she whispered, pushing me back to the edge, a trace of disappointment in her voice.
“You always have a choice, baby.”
And I needed her to fucking choose me.
“Yes,” she husked. “I want this. All of it.”
I had to stop myself from wrapping my hand around her throat. Not yet. “You’re sure? Once you agree, I won’t let you leave me, Elli.”
“I’ve never wanted to leave you anyway.”
Fuck.
There was no containing me after that sweet confession. It had nearly killed me when I’d sent her to school on the other side of the country. I’d only done it for her. Everything had been for her own good. But there was no way I could let her go now.
If she wanted Georgetown, I would buy the whole fucking university and set it down in the backyard.
A car.
A new house.
Her own fucking law firm?
It was hers.
Everything she wanted, I would give her. No questions asked.
All she had to do was be my good girl.
Forever.
“I’m going to take you hard and fast this first time, baby,” I warned, already ripping her panties away from her soaked pussy. I brushed my knuckles over her drenched folds, causing her to whimper.
When I jerked her legs down the bed, she spread her thighs wide. “Please, Zachary. I need you.”
Closing my eyes, I tried to fight back the demon on my shoulder telling me to wreck her. She begged so prettily, it was hard to resist. Clenching my jaw, I kicked off my shoes and pants. Getting on my knees between her legs, I leaned back to savor the sight of her. In my bed.
Wet and ready for me. Her mouth slightly open as she panted. Those beautiful eyes pleading for me to make her feel good.
“Pull me out,” I commanded.
One silky hand slid inside my boxer briefs. As soon as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, I had to bite back a shout, come already dripping from the tip.
“Tomorrow at lunchtime, you are going to suck my cock. You’re going to lock the door to my chambers and crawl to me.” I could already picture it. Fuck! “You will slowly undo my slacks and carefully pull my dick free, Elli. And then you’re going to lick it like a Bomb Pop before you stretch those sweet lips around the tip.”