by Rebel Rose
“I would like that too.”
I think collaring Emma Lia has given her a confidence that wasn’t there before.
Cat inhales sharply when she sees the platinum infinity collar around Emma Lia’s neck. “My God. I’ve never seen anything like that. It’s beautiful.”
Emma Lia touches the collar. “Thank you. I’m in love with it.” And I’m in love with her.
She leans in for a better look and her brows rise. “Infinity links, Tristan? No one will mistake her for being available.”
“The whole point.”
Cat sighs. “Listen, I don’t mean to stir up shit as soon as you walk into the club, but I feel like I need to tell you that Claudia is here.”
“She’s temporarily living with E. I would be surprised if she weren’t here.”
Thank God I warned Emma Lia about Claudia’s attendance here tonight, and she had time to mentally prepare herself for seeing Claudia.
“Her presence doesn’t surprise me either, but the fact that she’s wearing your collar and parading around here like she still belongs to you does.”
What the fuck? Did I hear Cat correctly?
I look at Emma Lia. “I made her remove that collar when I ended our relationship. I put it away months ago, before I brought you to my house. Before you became my submissive.”
Emma Lia’s lips form a hard line. “Well, apparently she took it back before she left.”
“I warned you that she was going to be a problem,” Cat says.
“That crazy bitch has been nothing but a pain in my ass.”
“I swear that she won’t leave here wearing that collar, mon bien-aimé.”
Emma Lia nods. “Oh, I know she won’t. Because if you don’t get it back, I’m going to throat punch her and take her down and rip the fucker off of her neck myself.”
Cat bursts into laughter. “Ooh, this one I like. You should keep her.”
I wrap my arm around Emma Lia and pull her close, kissing the top of her head. “I have every intention.”
We make the rounds, and I introduce Emma Lia to some of my closer friends within the lifestyle. The ones that I’ve known for years. The ones that I trust. The list is limited, but it does include Emma Lia’s personal shopper, Elizabeth, and her husband.
Elizabeth grasps Emma Lia’s hand and makes her do a spin. “I did a good job on choosing this one if I do say so myself. It fits you like a glove, sweetie.”
“I love it. Definitely one of my favorite dresses.”
“You feel sexy in it, don’t you?” Elizabeth asks.
“I do.”
“I noticed that the tags were still on it when I delivered your clothes last week. I was beginning to think that Tristan didn’t like it.”
The dress was obviously chosen for the club. “I was just waiting for the right occasion for her to wear it.”
Brian joins us and wraps his arm around Elizabeth. They’re at ease right now, enjoying the party and socializing, but he will take her into one of the rooms and do a scene before the night is over. He always does.
“Emma Lia, this is my Master and husband, Brian.”
“Elizabeth has told me so much about you. It’s very nice to meet you.”
“And you as well.” Brian nods, withholding the offer of a handshake. It’s their rule. He doesn’t allow other women to ever touch him, just as Elizabeth doesn’t allow other men to touch her. I like that rule a lot. I don’t want other men making any kind of physical contact with Emma Lia, not even a harmless handshake.
Emma Lia shakes her empty drink, rattling her ice cubes. “I’d like to visit the ladies’ room before I get another drink.”
“Would you mind going with her, Elizabeth?” Emma Lia is a new face in the club. Most people don’t know her yet, and they don’t know she is mine. I don’t trust other club members to leave her alone. And I also don’t know what Claudia might try to do to her.
Elizabeth smiles “I don’t mind a bit.”
My reason for asking Elizabeth to join Emma Lia is actually twofold.
“Liz tells me that things are going well between you and Emma Lia,” Brian says.
“They are going very well. And that’s one reason that I asked Elizabeth to escort her. I’d like to talk to you about your relationship with your wife if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Emma Lia is very special to me.” I hesitate a moment. “I want to marry her.”
“And you’re wondering about the transition from Dom to husband?”
“Exactly.”
“I was Elizabeth’s first Dom and that made her very special to me. I never considered sharing her with another Dom, and I wasn’t interested in tasting another submissive once I’d had her. Transitioning into marriage wasn’t difficult. We were already very dedicated to one another. Transitioning into parenthood though… that has had its ups and downs. Our older child wasn’t planned. She became pregnant with him very soon after we married. I’d never had to share Elizabeth with anyone, and the change was brutal. Most of her time goes to our two little ones now. I’m not going to lie. There are times when I want to be selfish and have her all to myself, but I have no choice.”
“I hadn’t considered that.” I’ve been too busy thinking about how to make Emma Lia stay with me. I didn’t consider what our lives might be like if we actually had a baby to come between us.
“I love my children. Love them with all of my heart, but I’d advise you to wait a while before starting a family. Enjoy your wife’s full attention while you can. Because that ends when a baby comes into the picture.”
“I appreciate your honesty.”
“Happy to offer advice or simply listen anytime.”
Fuck.
Emma Lia loves me. She has chosen to stay with me of her own free will.
And I pulled that fucking IUD because I thought I had to force her to stay.
I have fucked up big time.
“Tristan.” I hear Claudia’s voice behind me, and motherfucker, it’s the worst timing ever. I don’t have time to deal with her and all of her crazy. “Can we talk?”
“I’m sorry, Brian. Would you excuse me?”
“No problem.”
I turn around and look at her… and the collar around her neck. “That doesn’t belong to you anymore.”
“Can we go somewhere private to talk?”
No way I’m falling into another one of her traps. “We talk right here.”
“Tristan… we have some very personal and private things to discuss.”
“No, we actually don’t. The only thing we need to discuss is your removal of my collar. Again.”
She reaches up and touches the gold choker. “I wear this because I belong to you.”
“You don’t belong to me anymore. Take off the fucking collar. Now,” I yell, gaining the attention of those near us. And I don’t give a shit. I’m sick and tired of these games.
Her eyes fill with tears. “Please don’t make me, Tristan. Not in front of everyone. Don’t humiliate me this way.”
“You know me, Claudia. I would never want to publicly humiliate you, but you give me no choice when you pull shit like this.”
“Please go with me to one of the private rooms. I can remove it there where everyone isn’t staring.”
“I’m not doing that.” I will never go behind a closed door with her ever again. I nearly lost Emma Lia the last time that happened.
“Please, Tristan,” she pleads.
“My loyalty belongs to Emma Lia. I won’t go anywhere with you or any other woman that could bring my fidelity into question.”
Claudia’s brow contorts into a mass of lines and wrinkles. “Your fidelity?”
“Emma Lia is mine… and I am hers.”
Claudia’s face contorts as though she’s in pain. “You are hers?”
“Yes. I belong to Emma Lia.”
Emma Lia returns from the bathroom and steps between Claudia and me like a shield. “I should
have known that you would swoop in like a vulture the minute that I wasn’t by Tristan’s side.”
Claudia’s face pales when she sees the exquisite collar around Emma Lia’s neck. “No, Tristan. You didn’t collar her.”
Mon bien-aimé places her fingertips against the platinum and diamonds, but says nothing, allowing my collar to speak for her.
“Bitch!” Claudia lashes out at Emma Lia, reaching for my collar but quick as lightning, my girl brings her arm up, successfully blocking Claudia’s assault like a prizefighter.
Easton’s arms come around Claudia in a bear hug from behind, restricting her movement. “Hey… hey. That’s enough of that, Claude.”
Easton nods, cueing me to remove the collar from her neck. And I do.
“Nooo, Tristan. Don’t do it,” Claudia yells.
Easton presses his mouth to her ear. “Hush. You’ve made enough of a scene.” He looks at me. “And now, I have no choice but to punish you.”
Her demeanor immediately shifts, her focus now on Easton. “What are you going to do to me?”
“You’ve been a very bad girl, and I haven’t made up my mind yet. But you’re going to go to one of the private rooms and wait there on your knees until I’ve decided what I’m going to do to you. And you won’t so much as twitch while you wait for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He releases his hold around her. “Go now and wait.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Easton shakes his head as she walks away. “I have a plan. You may not agree with it, but I don’t feel as though she is giving either of us a choice at this point.”
Easton can be a brutal Dom. I don’t expect his plan to be hearts and roses. “I’m open to anything at this point.”
“Jacob understands that she’s having a hard time letting go of you, but he still wants her. I like him, and I think he’d be perfect for her if she’d give him a chance. That’s why I’m going to send him into that room and let him initiate a scene. See what happens. Maybe he can spark an interest in her while she’s primed and ready to go.”
Claudia is a submissive, but she’s also a true masochist. She needs pain and punishment and discipline or she goes off the rails. I don’t think that I really realized the degree until now. “Hell, that idea’s not half bad.”
“I need her the fuck out of my house. I haven’t had a submissive in months. I’m ready to find my next one, but there’s no point in pursuing that until she’s settled into another Dom’s care.”
Every decision I made about ending my relationship with Claudia was wrong. And I’m not the only one paying the price for my mistake. “I fucked up with Claudia. I know that, and I also know that I owe you big time for taking her in and helping her get back on track.”
“I’m glad to have your approval on Jacob. Hopefully, this shit with Claude ends tonight.”
I hope like hell that it does. I’m ready to move forward with Emma Lia minus Claudia trying to come between us. “Let me know how it goes.”
“I will. And don’t worry. I’ll find a way for you to repay me for my help.”
“I was never worried that you wouldn’t.”
I drop Claudia’s collar into my jacket pocket and pull Emma Lia into my arms. Public display of affection—not something that I’ve ever put on exhibit at the club. Oddly enough, I’ve never felt more dominant in my life as I show my love and devotion for my submissive for all to see.
“Your gentle, loving side makes me weak.”
“And what about when I show you my dominant side later tonight?”
“It’ll make me wet.”
“Mmm… I can hardly wait for that.”
Out of obligation, we stay at Easton’s party until after midnight. The party will go on well into the morning, but I’m tired of this place. Emma Lia has had more to drink than I care for, and I’m ready to take her home.
“Are you ready to go, mon bien-aimé?”
She drapes her arms around my neck and pulls me forward when she hangs on me. I, too, have had plenty to drink. I’m a little unsteady on my feet, but not to the degree that she is. “Yes. Because this submissive is eager to please her Master.”
“And just how does my submissive plan to do that?”
“Your choice, Master. The flogger. The whip. The cane. Nipple clamps. Butt plug. Dildo. I’m yours to do with as you please.”
“As appetizing as that sounds, I won’t do those things after alcohol; our senses are dulled. I could hurt you without realizing it. We’ll need to save that kind of fun for another time.”
She pokes out her bottom lip. “Aww… I’m in the mood to be naughty.”
“No worries. We can still have fun.”
She grinds against me. “I’m ready for your cock to be inside me.”
I can tell. “Let’s wish Easton a happy birthday and go home.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Emma Lia becomes quiet and still. So quiet and still that I’m certain she has fallen asleep against my shoulder on the ride home. But I’m wrong.
“Tell me about the night that you moved me from the casino to your house,” she blurts from out of the blue.
“I carried you from the bed to the service elevator, and Ray was waiting for us at the exit in the Mercedes.”
“What did you tell Ray about me?”
“I didn’t know what your decision was going to be at that point, so I didn’t tell him anything but your name.”
“Did you stretch me out across the backseat and sit in the front with Ray?”
“No. I held you in my arms the whole way home with my hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating and your chest moving up and down. We were about midway home when you turned in my arms and whispered my name. And fuck, I was a goner. You sucked me in hook, line, and sinker. And I knew that I was going to do whatever it took to make you mine.”
“I hated you so much in the beginning.”
“In an odd way, I think your hating me is one reason that I fell in love with you so quickly and easily. I wasn’t used to not being the center of my submissive’s universe. But I wanted to be, and in turn, you became the center of my universe.”
“You are the center of my universe, my world, my life. My everything.”
She puts her head back on my shoulder and becomes silent again. I use the quiet time to sort through my thoughts and feelings about what it is that I must tell her. And I still have no answer when we arrive home.
I help Emma Lia up the stairs to our bedroom. Once inside, she turns, lifting her hair, and I lower the zipper of her black leather dress. “You looked like a fucking wet dream walking around the club in this dress and my collar tonight.”
“I don’t know about that after all of the tits and ass and pussy I saw clearly on display for all to see. Can’t imagine my covered body being much of a turn-on.”
“A slightly cracked door is far more interesting than an open one.”
She giggles. “Cracks. Front ones and back ones. I saw plenty of those too.”
“I think that you’re failing to see the beauty of my analogy.”
“I see it. I’m not that tipsy.”
She stumbles a little to the left when she steps out of her dress, and I help to upright her again. “Yes. You are exactly that tipsy.”
“Are you angry with me, Master? Are you going to punish me?”
“No. Your being tipsy gives me a reason to take care of you. Which I love doing.”
With her left in only her thong, I push my fingers into the waistband, dragging it down her legs. “On your knees in the submissive pose while I undress.”
She not so gracefully goes gown on all fours and then sits back on her lower legs and feet. With her head bowed and palms flat against the tops of her legs, she occasionally moves her hands to the floor to prevent herself from toppling over. Because she isn’t able to see my face while in that position, I don’t hide my amusement.
“Is your head spinning?”
“A little, Master.”
“Are you going to puke?”
“No, Master.”
With my jacket and tie off, I work on my cuff links and button-down. I’m impatient as fuck, eager to feel Emma Lia’s body against mine.
“You pleased me tonight with your handling of Claudia. You could have retaliated, and you’d have had every right, but instead you behaved like a refined woman. I’m very proud to call you my submissive.”
“I didn’t want to behave like a refined woman. I wanted to kick the shit out of her, but I resisted the temptation. I didn’t want to shame you.”
I smile bigger, and because I’m amused by her crass language, I choose to not chastise her about it this time.
“As I recall, I once told you that I wanted a refined woman that I could fuck like a whore.”
“Are you going to fuck me like I’m a whore, Master?”
“Not a whore. My whore.”
“I am your whore, Master. Only yours.”
I touch the side of her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “You are my whore, but you are also my queen, and I love you.”
Her head remains bowed, but she leans into my hand. “And I love you.”
“Since I’m no longer worried about giving you keys, I have a confession.” But not the confession she deserves. “As much as I’ve enjoyed our vanilla nights together, I’m in need of a hard fuck.”
I can’t see her face, but I hear her giggle. “I would love nothing more than to be fucked hard by you.”
A surge of lust pulsates through me, sending a rush of blood to my cock. “No worries, love. I’m going to pound your pussy until you scream. But not before you suck my cock.”
I finish undressing and stand before her, placing two fingers beneath her chin. Lifting her face, I see those beautiful blue eyes meet mine, and I stop for a moment to appreciate how lucky I am to have seen her that night in my casino. How lucky I am that she didn’t pull that key in those first few weeks. How lucky I am that she is mine.
“Suck me, mon bien-aimé.”
Her hands slide up my thighs and I groan when she curls her fingers around my cock and strokes me from base to tip. Abandoning the submissive pose, she rises to a full-on kneel. She watches the pearly white pre-cum bead from my tip trickle down my throbbing cock shaft and she catches it with her tongue.
