She stripped on her way to the bed, naked by the time she climbed up onto the mattress and between his legs. Smiling at him, she slowly picked up and opened the condom pouch. He photographed her as she did, these pictures strictly for his own pleasure. He wanted to document this night, the victorious, sexy glow radiating from her as she rolled the condom down his shaft and knelt, ready and waiting.
He reached down with one hand and fisted her hair, the other working the camera. “Deep, baby,” he said. “Just a little. Then I want you to ride me.”
She kept her eyes on him, the blue like crystals in his camera, as she slowly engulfed his shaft with her mouth.
Oh, she was good. So fucking good.
After a few minutes, and a few more pictures, he knew he’d blow if he didn’t get his cock into her. He tugged on her hair, pulling her off his cock.
“Mount and ride, sweetheart,” he said, the camera focused on her face.
She did, letting out a soft moan as she settled on top of his cock.
“Play with yourself,” he hoarsely said. “Let me watch you.”
She did, reaching down and finding her clit, slowly massaging it as she rocked on his cock.
“I’m going to have to pierce your nipples,” he said, reaching up and twisting one, then the other. “And your clit hood. I think you’d look gorgeous all blinged out for me.”
She smiled, sexy, seductive, the subby glaze already in her face. “Whatever Sir wants me to do.”
“Do you want to do it?”
“I want to play in the shadows with you.”
He put the camera aside and grabbed her, flipping her onto her back so he could press her thighs into her chest. He reached around and grabbed her ass with his hands, nails digging in, squeezing until she gasped.
“I play deep in the shadows, sweetheart. In the darkness. And I have a lot of fun there. And if you want to play with me there, I’ll be glad to have you. But don’t you dare do anything only because I want you to. It’s only fun for me if you want me to do it do you.”
“I do,” she said.
He slowed, sitting up and pulling her legs around him so he could reach down and grab her breasts. “Hands over your head,” he ordered.
She immediately complied.
He pinched her nipples, tweaking them, tugging on them, until she winced and cried out again, making his cock throb inside her pussy.
“That’s nothing. That’s full daylight,” he said. “I want to do a corset lacing up your back around needles I’ve placed there myself,” he said. “I want to pierce your nipples with my own hands, place my rings there, so you remember who owns you every time they rub against something.”
He reached down between her legs and found her clit, pinching it not quite as hard as her nipples, but still rough. “You’re going to get to the point where pain and pleasure blend into one, and you crave both of them, together. Maybe even get you to the point where pain makes you come. The brain is a funny thing, easily trainable if you know what you’re doing.”
He eased up on her clit, rolling it between his fingers now, making her gasp and moan in pleasure. “And when I want you to come for me, you will come for me, or I’ll keep trying until you do.”
He reached up to her breasts with his other hand, squeezing them, back and forth, pinching her nipples.
Then she came, her moans music to his soul. He pinched her nipple, hard, her moan turning into a whine and back again to a moan as he kept her coming, loving that her body responded to him so easily.
She was perfect. Perfect for him, and perfect in his eyes.
Gorgeous.
When he knew she’d finished, he braced his arms against the bed and started fucking her. “Look at me, baby.”
She forced her eyes open. He grinned, her crazed, glazed, subby look exactly what he wanted to see.
“There’s My girl,” he said, feeling his release growing closer, his balls drawing up tight, ready, wanting to explode.
Reaching down, he grabbed her thighs and squeezed, hard, her cries driving him over the edge and blasting his orgasm straight from his balls up his spine and to his brain, until he collapsed on her, winded.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.
“I’ll always want to play with You, Sir. Wherever you want to play with me. I’ll always follow you.”
He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of their lovemaking, the scent of her.
“I hope so, sweetheart,” he said. “I really, really do.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
It felt weird in a good way to wake up in her own bedroom and snuggled up against Kel.
Maybe I finally caught a break in my life.
When she started to feel the slightest bit badly about having booted her uncle out, she did what everyone else had told her to do, which was to remember how he would have kept her dependent upon him as long as he could have, as long as the money held out.
Living her own life never would have happened. He wouldn’t have allowed it. He was too busy sponging off her while hoarding his own money.
Bastard.
Three weeks later, it still didn’t feel real. She was about to start her next semester at Ringling. Kel, Seth, Leah, and Ed were working with her to teach her what she needed to know about investing.
And she and Kel now lived in the house instead of the apartment. She hadn’t worked herself up to move into the master bedroom there yet, wanting time to mentally decompress and get used to her freedom before making that change.
Besides, as long as she had Kel, she didn’t care what bed or bedroom she was in, as long as he shared it with her.
He rolled over and hooked an arm around her, snuggling close against her ass. “Where you think you’re going?”
She giggled. “Nowhere.”
“Damn straight.” He nibbled on the top of her shoulder, working his way down to the fleshy part of her upper arm before biting. That was his morning routine, that, somewhere, he marked her. Sometimes with his teeth…
She pleasantly shivered, feeling her pussy grow wet.
Sometimes he used a blade, or needles. Both her nipples were now pierced with captive bead rings, and he was talking about getting her a vertical clit hood piercing. He’d pierced her nipples himself, but he was trying to decide whether or not to take her to a friend of his to have her clit pierced.
That way, he could tie her down and photograph it being done.
He nuzzled the back of her neck. “I was thinking about something.”
“Yesss?”
“Do you still want to be collared to me?”
She turned in his arms to face him. “Really?”
He nodded. “Really.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I meant it when I say I don’t take it lightly. It’s not a case of you get pissed off at me, you throw the collar at me and then a couple of hours later you want it back. You still belong to me. If you ever decide you don’t want that, you have to ask me to uncollar you. I’ll never force you to be with me, but I won’t play games.”
She arched an eyebrow at him.
“Games of the not-fun kind,” he clarified.
“Yes, Sir,” she said. “I want to wear your collar.”
He rolled her onto her back, grabbing her hands and pinning them over her head with one hand, while he easily fed his hard cock into her pussy with the other. She was already wet for him. Their morning routine always left her wet, frustratingly so if they didn’t have time for him to make her come after leaving his mark on her.
She let out a soft moan at the feel of his cock inside her. No more condoms, they were fluid bonded to each other and her birth control pills worked.
Holla!
He slowly fucked her, building her up, knowing her body so well already. “Give me what I want,” he whispered. “Give me what’s mine.” He nuzzled his face between her breasts, nipping at them, along the sides and avoiding her still-tender nipples. “Give it to me,” he sternly commanded.
> He bit down on the inside of her left breast, and that did it. Her orgasm crested, exploding. Kel sped up his strokes, fucking her hard, fast, driving his cock deep into her the way she loved. Craved.
Needed.
“Good girl,” he grunted before finally finishing with her, filling her.
Marking her inside as well as out.
As they caught their breaths, he released her wrists, kissing first one, then the other, before rolling onto his side and taking her with him.
“So, Saturday?” he asked, catching her by surprise.
“Huh?”
He laughed. “Collaring on Saturday?”
“Yes, sorry. You have a habit of scrambling my brain.”
“I think you mean I love scrambling your brain.” He touched his index finger to the center of her forehead. “Those little synapses of yours are probably spelling out K-E-L now.”
She giggled. He might have a dark side that liked to play in the shadows, but dammit, he was a lot of fun, too. Had a silly side she knew most people never saw. “Yes, Sir. I hope so.”
He nuzzled noses with her. “Okay. So, Saturday. I’ll talk with Loren and the gang and make the arrangements.” He smiled. “And we’re going shopping.”
* * * *
Mallory forced herself to stand still while Chelbie and Tilly worked on tightening the corset Kel had driven her all the way to Ft. Lauderdale to buy that past Wednesday.
“Girl, you’ve got titillating ta-tas,” Tilly teased. “Your man will be drooling when he watches you walk down the aisle.”
Mallory giggled. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Aw, you don’t have to ma’am me, kiddo,” she said. “I’m just really happy for the two of you.”
“About time you got your happily ever after,” Chelbie said. “You of all people deserve it.”
She felt one of the women tie the laces off. “Okay,” Tilly said. “There you go. Wiggle around and let me know how that feels.”
Mallory turned and looked in the mirror, gasping as she did. “I have a shape!” The gorgeous royal blue corset had tamed her convex midsection into hourglass curves.
Tilly snorted. “You’re just now noticing that? Seriously, sweetie, you’re gorgeous.” She rested her hands on Mallory’s shoulders and met her gaze in the mirror. “So what if you’re not a twig? You’re a reader. Do you like all books? No. Some people like short stories, and some people like epics. You’re epic.”
Chelbie laughed. “She is epic. Thank you for saying that. I’ve been trying to convince her of that as long as I’ve known her.”
Mallory turned to face the two women again. “Am I making a mistake?”
Tilly’s serious face returned. She took Mallory’s hands in hers. “What do you feel for him?”
“I love him.”
“Then it’s not a mistake.”
“But it happened so fast. I mean, look what happened to Abbey and how long they were together.” Tilly’s good friend had just been dumped by her boyfriend of several years, and right before she had to have back surgery for an injury.
“So? I knew Landry less than a month when I married him.”
“Yeah, but that was totally different. And you were older than I am. Abbey and her ex were together how long?”
“Again, so? Totally different situation. He is a selfish fucktard who dumped her when she needed him the most just because she couldn’t be dominant enough for him. Forget about that. This is your life we’re talking about. Look at everything you’ve accomplished in a short amount of time. You are your own person. It’s time for you to follow your heart and do what makes you happy. Life is damn short, and you have had your fill of heartache. Time for you to get the happiness part of it for a change. You do not strike me as the airheaded, do-things-on-a-whim kind of woman. And Kel is a good guy. I’ve never met anyone except his batcrap crazy ex who says otherwise.”
Chelbie spoke up. “Why do you think this is a mistake?” she asked Mallory.
“I don’t. I mean, I don’t think it is, but what if it is?”
Chelbie’s grin lit her face. “Quit trying to punish yourself. Do you honestly think I’d let you do this if I thought this was a mistake? If you’ll recall, I was the one cautioning you in the beginning when you moved into his place. But I can see a light in you that you’ve never had before. He has to be good for you. You know I’d never lie to you.”
That pulled Mallory up short. No, of all her friends, she could count on Chelbie to be brutally honest when need be.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Why?” the other two women asked.
“What if I disappoint him?”
Tilly enveloped her in her arms. “Stop it. Quit thinking about what might go wrong and start thinking about what might go right. You’re not going to disappoint him unless you keep beating yourself up. You know how he feels about that and rightfully so. You guys make magic together.”
Tilly stepped back. “Loren is going to be wondering where the hell we are if we don’t get out there pretty soon. I want to get this started before Gilo figures out what’s going on, shows up, and I have to kill the son of a bitch for good.”
“I heard Shayla stocked up on duct tape for you,” Chelbie said.
“I love that woman.”
They cleared out of the bathroom and returned to the playspace. Mallory felt her face heat as she noticed several of the men doing double-takes.
Chelbie leaned in and whispered, “See? You’re tenting those Doms’ pants. You’re gorgeous.”
“I don’t care about their pants. Only Kel’s.”
Ross walked over to join them, a smile on his face. “You look beautiful,” he said, offering her his arm. “Ready?”
“Where’s Kel?”
“Tony’s getting him.”
They passed a small group of people gathered by one of the couches when Tilly pulled up short in front of Mallory and Ross and literally took a couple of steps backward.
Thunderclouds filled Tilly’s face. “What the hell are you doing here?” she said to a nice-looking guy in a suit who’d been talking with Abbey.
He held up his hands in a placating manner. “Calm down, Tilly,” he said. “I just came from a funeral. Don’t worry, I’m not going to cause trouble.” He faced Mallory and gave her a slight, respectful bow. “Congratulations. You look beautiful. I hope you and Kel have many years of happiness together.”
Then Mallory realized it was Gilo. She hadn’t recognized him at first, his hair neatly combed instead of spiked up, no kohl eyeliner, and not dressed in his usual leather or latex garb, and no hood or mask.
Tilly’s jaw opened and closed a couple of times, like she was going to say something but had been rendered speechless. Finally, she jabbed a finger in his face. “Behave yourself, or you won’t walk straight ever again.”
He cocked his head, arching an eyebrow at the woman in a dominant way Mallory never imagined Gilo the unrepentant SAM could ever manage. “Believe it or not, I do have boundaries. You don’t give me credit for all the times I haven’t said a peep during a ceremony simply because I was asked ahead of time not to.”
Tilly let out something resembling a snarl. “Yeah? Well…I’m going to have my eye on you, buster.”
He blew her a kiss. “I’m flattered.” A playful smile filled his face.
Mallory had to fight not to snicker. She didn’t want to hurt Tilly’s feelings, but there was something subtly different about Gilo today.
Tilly let out one final snort and stormed away. As Ross led Mallory toward the other side of the playspace where the chairs had been set up, Mallory’s focus snapped back to the purpose of the day.
During their little aside with Gilo, Kel and Tony had come in. They now stood with Loren at the front of the room.
It felt like the world faded away as Mallory’s gaze locked with Kel’s. Those sexy brown eyes that had a way of burrowing into the core of her soul without even trying.
Ross leaned
in and whispered, “You ready?”
“I hope so.”
He patted her arm as he led her through the center aisle and toward Kel.
Everyone who wasn’t already seated migrated that way, settling into hushed tones as they took their places. When Mallory looked, she caught sight of Tilly glaring at Gilo, pointing at her own eyes with two fingers on her right hand, then at Gilo, and back to herself.
I’ve got my eyes on you.
Gilo blew Tilly another silent kiss. Then he helped Abbey, who’d been holding onto his arm for support due to her back injury, take her seat before he sat next to her.
The giggle escaped Mallory. Apparently Kel had been paying attention and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I called him personally and invited him, but asked him to please tone it down. Tilly’s already stressed to the max as it is over Abbey.”
“He said he came from a funeral.”
“He did. I’m surprised and very honored he made it. He’s actually a pretty nice guy.”
Loren called for everyone’s attention. “It is without an ounce of complaining that I observe I seem to have become the de facto official for collaring ceremonies in this neck of the woods.” A ripple of laughter flowed through the space. “You all know I love doing these, right? I love happy endings and hopeful beginnings. Today, we’re celebrating both, and that’s not a contradiction of terms. Two very deserving people are getting the happy ending they deserve, and are starting out on a new beginning together.”
She motioned to Ross, who handed Mallory off to Kel before stepping aside. Kel looked down at her, his placid smile imparting hints of the evening to come. When he squeezed her hands, a pleasant shiver washed through her.
This was happening. This was real.
This wasn’t a wishful fantasy.
All she had to do was step across that threshold.
“These two,” Loren continued, “are coming together before you today, their friends and adopted family, to pledge themselves to each other as Master and slave. They wish for everyone to witness their vows, a public declaration of their feelings for each other.”
Tony held out a small box to Kel. She couldn’t see what was inside it, until he turned to face her, the solid metal slave bracelet in his hand.
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