He picked it up and fingered it. The lump welling in his throat surprised him.
Life had felt relatively empty since heading to Denver, and he wouldn’t deny it. It wasn’t due to the trip, living out of a suitcase in a damn hotel, or not having a moment of free time when he wasn’t working.
Leah’s harsh words to him over the phone played through his mind.
I am an asshat.
“Dammit.” He put the collar down and pointed his car south. He reached Sarasota a little over an hour later. Instead of getting off at his exit at Bee Ridge Road, he continued south, to Clark Road, which would lead him straight to her apartment. His original plan had been to call her first thing in the morning.
He couldn’t wait. He’d waited two damn weeks with his heart on hold, and he had to know, tonight, where he stood with her. Or if he even had a chance with her.
At the very least he had to apologize to her for not being in touch.
The complex lay dark and quiet when he pulled in and shut the car off. No lights shone behind the blinds in her unit, but her car sat parked in its usual spot.
He grabbed the collar, got out and locked the doors, and marched up to her door. She didn’t have a doorbell, so he knocked.
He glanced around as he waited, but there wasn’t any response despite his knocking sounding loud to him. He tried again, this time pounding on the door nearly as hard as his pulse thundered through his veins while he yelled her name.
* * * *
Shayla awoke from a deep sleep and lay in bed, disoriented, trying to figure out what woke her. She’d rolled over and closed her eyes again when she heard the pounding on her door.
She grabbed her cell phone from where she’d left it, off and charging, on the bathroom counter. Grateful for the fact that she’d slept in a T-shirt that night, she silently padded out to the foyer without turning on any lights. A third round of pounding made her jump as she approached the door.
“Shayla! Open up, it’s me.”
She froze for a moment before scurrying to the door to squint through the peephole, since she hadn’t grabbed her glasses. Sure enough, Tony Daniels stood on her front stoop.
Her fingers fumbled at the locks, but she got them open and threw the door wide to stare at him in shock. He stepped in, forcing her back, and closed and locked the door behind him. Walking forward until she was pressed against the foyer wall, he stared down at her.
“I don’t want to end this,” he said.
She blinked, feeling the air rush out of her lungs. “What?”
He reached behind her, fisted her hair, and gently forced her head back so she had to look him in the eye.
“I’m sorry,” he softly said. “I got busy and that’s no excuse. I should have been texting you every day and calling you every night. I don’t want to end this. I do
not
want to lose you. I
can’t
lose you, because you’re the best damn thing to ever happen to me.”
Then he leaned in and kissed her, on the lips, devouring her with a hunger her soul instantly recognized and returned. Her arms clutched at him, afraid
this
was the dream and that she’d open her eyes to find herself alone again and suffering the effects of some crappy microbrewery swill.
When he lifted his lips from hers, she let out a whimper of protest, not wanting to lose the contact with him.
His gaze searched her face. “I’m not just talking about dating or being play partners. I’m talking I want you as
mine
. My slave. I want to own you. If you want it, too, I need to hear it from you. I won’t play games. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner, but I didn’t want you to think I was pushing you. I didn’t want to change the rules on you and break your trust. I thought if you wanted to stay together you’d say something sooner, but Leah told me I apparently gave you the wrong impression. I do not think you are clingy. But I do need you to tell me if you want this or not.”
She nodded, so hard she thought her neck might break.
That damn, sexy smile curled his lips. “That’s not what I meant, pet.”
Her heart exploded at the term of endearment. Tears slipped down her cheeks. “Yes!”
“You have to say it. You have to ask me for it.”
“I don’t want this to end. Please, I don’t want to lose you.”
He didn’t reply, his brow eventually furrowing. It took her a moment that she blamed on being yanked from a sound beer-induced sleep to realize her mistake. “Please, Sir, I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to lose you, Sir. I want to be yours, Sir. In all ways. I want you to own me.”
That was when his entire face relaxed as if a huge weight had lifted from him. He released her hair and cradled her cheeks with both palms and kissed her on the lips again, gently, sweetly.
Lovingly.
“My sweet, beautiful, pet,” he whispered. “God, I missed you.”
She realized he held something in one of his hands, and he quickly buckled that something around her neck.
She let out a relieved sob at the feel of the collar encircling her throat. She closed her eyes and buried her face against his chest, where they stood like that for several minutes until he silently led her to the bedroom.
He pulled off her shirt and studied her face in the dim light cast by the nightlight in the hall. “I love you, pet.”
“I love you, too, Sir.”
He pointed to the floor. She sank to her knees and kissed his feet, the backs of his hands, nuzzled her face against the front of his slacks where his cock bulged.
He held out his arms without another word. Instinctively, she stood and set to work unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. His undershirt, then his slacks after he’d kicked off his loafers. His socks and briefs. And while he was hard, when she tried to kiss his cock, he fisted her hair again and made her stand.
“No,” he softly said. “Not tonight. I need to sleep, and so do you. It’s nearly two o’clock and we both have to go to work in the morning.” He made her get into bed and crawled in behind her, spooning her, his arm draped over her.
“Go to sleep, pet,” he whispered against the nape of her neck. “We have the rest of our lives together.”
She felt his cock eventually soften from where it pressed against her ass as his breathing slowed and deepened. She thought there was no way in hell she’d be able to sleep as happy as she felt, but then a soft, gentle darkness overtook her.
* * * *
She awoke before her alarm the next morning. When she felt the warm heat of Tony’s body pressed against her, the night’s events came rushing back with crystal clarity. Craning her head, she saw his eyes were already open.
“Good morning, pet,” he said.
She smiled. “Good morning, Sir.”
He rolled on top of her, his weight comfortably pressing her into the mattress. He found her hands and laced his fingers through hers, raising them above her head and pinning her there. She felt his cock harden against her as he stared down into her eyes.
“About last night.”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Do you still feel that way?”
She thought the smile might split her face in two. “Yes, Sir. I still feel that way. I want to be yours.”
“To me a collar means more than a wedding ring. If you ever decide you want to be free, you have to speak up and tell me. I’ll never force you to stay with me. But I’d be an idiot to let you go without telling you how I feel. Is this what you want, to be with me? To be owned by me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned down and nibbled on the side of her neck, sending heat coursing through her body. He needed a shave, and the long stubble on his cheeks, combined with his beard and moustache, chafed against her flesh in a pleasant way.
“I did vanilla the first time around,” he said. “It didn’t work. Our marriage will be that of a Master and slave dynamic. I will own you, and you will obey me. That doesn’t mean I won’t listen to your opinions or won’t let you make decisions. I will never force you to do something against your hard limits, although there might be times I push your boundaries for my own reasons. I will always respect a safeword if you say it. I’m not perfect, as the past two weeks prove, but I promise if I make mistakes, I will own up to them and rectify them.
“You will still work, if you want to. I won’t cut you off from your family and friends. But I will own you and you will obey me. We will have protocols in place that will be followed or you will be punished, and I will have the final word on some things even though there might be times you disagree with me. Understand?”
More heat, this time straight to her pussy and clit. “Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
“I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you ask me for it.”
She clutched at his hands, tightening her grip on his fingers. “Please, Sir, make me yours. I want to be your slave. I want you to own me. I want to wear your collar. I want to be yours.”
“I promise as your Master I will protect and care for you. I will never share you with anyone else. I won’t want anyone else, and I won’t top anyone else unless it’s while teaching a class and you’re okay with it. I will never abandon you. And if you decide you want to leave me, I won’t stop you. But if you want to be with me, those are the conditions you have to accept.”
“Yes, Sir. I want to.”
He transferred both her wrists to one of his hands. Then with his free hand he reached down between their bodies and found her pussy. Two fingers easily slipped inside her, making her moan. Before she could process it, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, sinking hard and deep before falling still.
“My sweet pet,” he whispered against the side of her neck before biting down, not hard enough to break the skin but just enough that the pain sent more pleasure streaking to her clit. She moaned and squirmed against him, spreading her legs wider to give him better access.
“Who’s my good pet?”
“Me, Sir,” she whined, desperate for release.
“Can you come for me like this?”
“I…I’ll try.”
He chuckled. “Good girl.” He raised up on his arms with both hands once again pinning her wrists above her head. Looking down into her eyes, he smiled. “Try very hard, pet.” Then he slowly started moving.
Every stroke perfectly glided along her clit, feeling different and sooo much better than any of the toys ever had. Something inside her soul soared, no longer feeling adrift.
He wanted her.
He needed her.
He loved her.
“I love you, Sir.”
That damn smile. The one that could instantly turn all her “hell, nos” into “yes, pleases.” He smiled down at her. “I love you, too, pet.”
He slowly picked up the tempo, never breaking eye contact with her as he stroked his cock inside her. She wondered how long he could last like that when she felt the first tingles of her own release start.
Not nearly as powerful as the orgasms he’d forced out of her in the past with a vibrator or his hands, or even with his mouth, but it felt deeper and more fulfilling to her heart and soul. He must have felt her climax, because he moved faster, fucked her harder, his intense green gaze pinning her soul the way his body pinned hers.
There was a brief second of fear when she thought she’d lost the climb, that it wouldn’t happen, but then her climax washed over her, breaking like a gentle wave kissing the sand and soaking just as deeply through the center of her core. She felt the tears start and didn’t care. Her back arched as she thrust against him as hard as she could, reveling in the sensation and never wanting it to end.
“Good girl,” he whispered. His hands tightened on her wrists and she found herself delightfully helpless as he fucked her until he let out a soft groan of his own and fell still inside her.
Winded, he touched his forehead to hers, still not releasing her wrists. “My
very
good girl,” he whispered. “
My
pet.”
She closed her eyes and wished this moment would never end. “
Your
pet.”
* * * *
Shayla wanted to spend all day in bed, but he had to go to work, as did she. He removed her collar before they showered together, taking their time as they kissed and caressed with soapy hands. She easily got him aroused again, but he wouldn’t let her make him come.
“No, pet,” he said, gently pushing her hand away from his cock. “We don’t have time. Tonight. And the rest of our lives.”
She was already horny again and knew she’d spend the day in a perpetual state of arousal as her mind replayed the morning over and over again.
As well as the night before.
He pulled her to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck as the water sluiced over them. “I’m sorry I didn’t text or call you,” he said. “I was so busy, but then I was afraid you didn’t want anything else to do with me. As Leah said, I was an asshat.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I asked her not to call or text you.”
“No, don’t apologize. It’s okay. She e-mailed me the rough draft of the article last week. But I didn’t get it until this Friday night. That’s when I called her, and by then you’d turned off your phone.” He made her look him in the eyes. “And she’s right. I was an asshat.”