by Megan Slayer
“Instead of the collar?” She froze. “You already kind of offered to let me move in.”
“We should get married.” He waited a heartbeat to gauge her reaction. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if she was breathing.
“Are you sure?” she murmured.
“A collar is great and would tell everyone here that you’re mine, but out in public the collar doesn’t have the same meaning. They’d see it as a necklace. A wedding ring would explain why you’re living with me and out of the public eye. You could still do your work and whatever you want, but you’d have the protection of the club. My protection.”
“Sir.” She’d barely moved. “I … wow.”
“I want you to be able to complete work for your shows and not have to worry about him or the press pestering you.” He slid his hands down to her hips and eased her closer. “Let him try something. I’ve got you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He’d never considered marrying anyone else—real or otherwise. Even Lucy hadn’t managed to con him into a trip down the aisle. But he couldn’t deny the attraction to Andi. He’d stepped way out of his comfort zone to please her. “Will you faux marry me?”
“If I say yes, isn’t it a lie?” She rested her chin on her folded hands. “Sir.”
“Is it your turn to have second thoughts?” He had none.
“I’m not sure I like the faux part. I always thought when I got married it would be because the man who wanted to do so wasn’t trying to lie to someone.” She scooted off his lap and out of bed. Her ass wriggled as she snatched her clothes from the floor.
“Andi?” He scrambled to a sitting position. “I’ve solved the problem.”
“No, you didn’t.” She sighed and held her dress in front of her breasts. “Trey wanted to marry me but only so he’d look like he had a stable life. You’re doing it to pretend we’re like everyone else. I’ve been told not to fit into someone else’s mold. If I went with him, I’d be miserable. If I go along with your plan, I’m not being true to what I want. I don’t want to be kept or sheltered.”
“Andi.” She’d drive him crazy. “I don’t understand.” He’d offered her what she desired.
“I need to think about this.” She shook her head and left the room.
He groaned. He’d planned out the perfect night and almost got everything he wanted, but screwed up by pushing her too far. He plopped backwards on the bed. If they were in the playroom, they’d both be happy. Instead, he’d given relationships another try and fucked it all up. Damn it.
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Andi ducked into the bathroom and donned her bra and thong. Her mind swam. How could he do such things—asking her to take part in a faux marriage! Telling her he’d offer his collar! He hadn’t meant a word of it and knew what to say to get her enticed.
She tugged her dress over her head, then sank onto the closed toilet seat. Damn it. He’d solve her problems… Right. Who did he think he was? He didn’t look any better than Trey. Sir was going to save her. Jesus. Going to protect her? So he claimed, but was that possible?
She never should’ve come to Sir. She didn’t want a savior. She wanted a partner.
But he was a Dom. He controlled the situation in the playroom—wouldn’t he want to control everything else? Yes, she could stop the scenes at any time, but she always had that choice. If he was calling the shots for her life, would he still give her the chance to change her mind? She didn’t want to be a make-believe wife. Would a faux marriage stop anything with Trey? Maybe, but she couldn’t be sure. She’d be out of circulation, but was that enough?
She wasn’t sure what to do.
“Andi?” Sir knocked on the door, but didn’t try to open it. “I’m sorry.”
She scrubbed both hands over her face. “Sir.” She couldn’t deny the pain in his voice. She left her seat and opened the door. Sir stood in the hallway. He’d put his jeans and t-shirt on, but his feet were still bare. Part of her wanted to tell him to leave her alone, but the rest of her wanted to fall into his arms. He was still safe, even if she wasn’t sure she wanted something fake with him. Despite his hurried decision and tendency for control, she did trust him.
“Your phone rang.” He offered up the device. “Three separate calls, but the same number. Once yours stopped, mine started.”
“Oh?” She abandoned the bathroom and escaped to the bedroom. Who wanted to talk to her? Mary? She knew Sir. Would she call him, too? Andi swiped through the screens to check the number. Trey. She bit back a groan. What did he want?
“Was it Trey?” Sir stood in the doorway to the bedroom. “He called the club and demanded to speak to me. Krissy refused to put the calls through, but she did take a message. He claimed I told the media to hound you and was angry I’d done such a thing. Then he claimed we were best friends and he was trying to save you from being embarrassed.”
“You didn’t, right? If so, then no sweat.” She sat on the mattress. “I’m not worried about what he said, but he did call me. He left two voicemails.”
“Oh?” Sir crept over to her and gestured to the mattress. “May I?”
Sit with her? It was his bed. Of course, he could. But she wanted to discuss something first. “We need to sort out what’s going on. Do you want to be with me?” She felt like she’d been here before.
He didn’t answer and glanced at the spot beside her. She met his gaze, then realized what he wanted. Duh… She should let the guy sit down.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Sit. Please.”
“Thank you.” He perched beside her on the mattress. “Yes, I want to be with you.”
“For real? Or show?” She wanted the truth.
“For real.”
She wasn’t convinced but was getting closer to being so. “Well, good. I want to be with you, too.” She folded her hands on her lap. “I need a partner. I’m willing to be your girl, but out of the club, I need to be your equal.”
“Agreed.” He smoothed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I’d love to have you as my girl all the time. It would be freeing for you, but I want you to be in charge and comfortable. Being a full-time sub right away isn’t what you need.” He trailed his fingers down her arm, then faced her. “I said we should have a faux marriage because I want to protect you. He can think we’re married and you live here, but really, you’re living your life. I’m just the gatekeeper making the media or whomever stay out so you can do your thing.”
“You’re right.” He’d won her over with his respect. If she could set a few rules, too, then a faux marriage just might work. She grasped his hand. “I’m crap at relationships—fake or otherwise—but I’m game.” She paused. The thing she wanted was to wear his collar. The marriage could be nice, but she craved being owned by him. “What about the things you said earlier?”
“I said lots of things before.” He caressed her palm, soothing her. “Aren’t you going to check the message?”
“Soon,” she said. “But I want to know about the collar first. If the wedding wasn’t real, will you claiming me also be a lie?”
“No.” He pulled her onto his lap, then a silver chain from his pocket. “I had this with me the night you left. I wanted to do this all along.”
“Okay.” Relief washed over her. “Good.”
“I’d do it right now in front of my friends and in front of Mary if you’d let me.”
She heated all over. Her nerve endings tingled. “Sir?” He’d do it right now? Damn.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
What he wanted to do wasn’t something done in the heat of the moment. Collaring a sub was a big deal. She toyed with her phone. “I’m afraid to listen to this, but I’m sure I want to be yours.”
“I’m glad you’re agreeing, but why are you afraid to hear those messages?” he asked. “He can’t hurt you.”
“He can get the galleries to cancel my shows.” Her hands shook. “He’s got clout and can convince them not to work with me. My art is my livelihood.”
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“Understood.” He stroked her thigh. “He could be bluffing or this could be a boon for you. People may check out your work because of his attention and the publicity could be good.”
“Or a disaster.” She swallowed her pride and retrieved the messages. “Ready?”
He nodded and held her tighter. She tapped the icon and played the first message from Trey.
“What are you doing? Jesus. Just tell your story already and get it over with. The media and Dworkin will destroy you if you don’t stick up for yourself. No one cares about you, but if you play coy, they’ll chase you more.”
Her stomach soured. She met Sir’s gaze, then willed herself not to cry. “He wants me to think he’s helping, but he’s not.”
“No, he’s not.” Sir rubbed her back. “He’s trying to play you.”
“Here goes nothing with the second one.” She played the additional voicemail from Trey.
“No. I’m wrong. Hide with that piece of trash porn star. No one wants the truth from you. Tell them what you think they want to know and I’ll crucify you. That’s right. Talk to them. Say whatever you want. I’ll air your dirty laundry and expose you and that bastard for what you are. You won’t have a life when I’m done. I will destroy you.”
She didn’t doubt he would. Her breath lodged in her throat, and she fought the urge to puke. She hadn’t done anything wrong. So she’d dated him, then dumped him and moved on with her life. So what? What Sir did was none of Trey’s business. “What did I do to bring this on?”
“You left him.”
“So? I’m not running for office, and I’m not a threat.”
“You didn’t fall in line the way he wanted.” He cupped her jaw. “No, you’re not running for office, but you know damn well he’s figured out what he lost when you walked.”
“He wants to silence me, then condemn me for doing so.” She didn’t understand her ex-fiancé, but Sir made plenty of sense.
“Then go about your business. Be you. If you ignore the press and live your life, then he has nothing,” Sir said.
She nodded. “And if I’m living here, pretending we’re married and a couple, then he has nothing because I’m out of commission.” She liked the way that sounded.
“Exactly.”
She smoothed her palm over his chest. “Will you collar me now?” she asked. She regretted nothing.
“Yes.” He kissed her. “Undress.”
She scampered off his lap. She almost asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this, but instead, she kept quiet. Why argue? She removed her dress, then the rest of her clothing. A chill slipped along her spine.
“Good girl, but I want you completely nude.” He left the bed. “Wait for me here.”
She unzipped the corset, then removed the garment. She folded her things and left them in a pile at the foot of the bed. Her heart hammered as she knelt on the floor. She bowed her head. What was he planning? He’d said he wanted an audience. Would he bring the other Doms in?
She folded her hands on her lap and waited. Minutes seemed to tick by like hours. Where was he?
“Good girl.” Sir appeared in front of her. He wore his jeans only, and his feet were bare. “Hands.” He crouched before her. “Girl.”
When she offered her wrists, he secured leather cuffs around them. Being bound, even though not completely, pleased her. “Thank you, Sir.”
He clicked the cuffs together, then grasped the chain between them. “You need decoration. Come.” He tugged her to her feet. She kept her head down and followed him out of the bedroom into a blue one. “Kneel,” Sir said.
She dropped to her knees. The cuffs jangled, and her nipples hardened. Heat seared her from within. Her pussy tingled. She stole glances around the room and noticed a sawhorse, a St. Andrew’s cross, and spanking bench. Her excitement soared. Her ass burned, and she craved his hands on her skin. She and Sir could have so much fun in this room.
Sir returned to her. “Show me your breasts.”
She stuck out her chest and kept her head down. He’d touch her finally. Yes.
Sir tugged on one nipple and affixed a clip to the tight bud before doing the same to the other nipple. The teeth bit into her skin. She whimpered but didn’t pull away. The pain morphed into pleasure in seconds. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Beautiful.” He tweaked on the clips. “I love your tits.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She liked how he seemed to be letting his guard down. She wanted more praise and to hear him approve of her.
He curled his fingers under her chin. He held the chain in his other hand. “Do you trust me to bring you pleasure? To have your best interest at heart? To keep you safe and protect you while giving you release? Do you accept me as your Sir?”
“Yes, Sir.” She had no hesitation or second thoughts. No regrets, either. “I trust you to give me what I need, to push and punish me and to make me fly. I trust you to respect me. I trust you to protect and cherish me. Do you accept me as your girl?”
“I do.” He draped the silver chain around her throat. “I challenge you to keep me in check and to tell me when you’re uncomfortable. I respect, cherish, and will protect my girl. You’re mine, but I’m also yours.” He clicked the lock into place. “My Girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He’d humbled her. The weight of the collar wasn’t as heavy as she’d expected, but the gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on her.
He kissed her, then held her left hand. “This was my grandmother’s, and I want you to have it.” He slid the diamond ring onto her finger.
“Sir.” She met his gaze. “Thank you.” She didn’t deserve such a family heirloom. Not when the relationship was supposed to be fake. Holy shit. “I’m honored.” And not sure she should be receiving this gift.
He stood and picked up a crop. “Bend over and show me your ass.”
A new wave of excitement rushed through her. She curled up and rested her head on his bare feet. Being so subservient pleased her.
“Mine.” He brought the crop down hard on her ass, five times on each cheek. “My Girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She winced. “I am.” Her butt stung and the clips pulled on her nipples. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She might not have all of him, but he was her Sir.
“Up.” He gave her one more swat. “On the bed. I want your legs open. I want to see all of my girl.”
“Yes, Sir.” She pressed a kiss to the top of his foot, then stood.
Without giving her time to think, Sir hefted her onto the bondage bed. The clamps jostled and bit into her nipples. The cuffs clinked. Although he’d bound her, she embraced the freedom in belonging to him.
He affixed her cuffs to the bed, then bent over between her legs. “Damn. So wet.”
“Yes, Sir. For you.” She struggled against the cuffs. “Only you.” Her legs trembled, and she couldn’t wait for him to do something to her. Anything.
“Good girl.” He trailed his fingers over her pussy and smeared her cream over her skin. “Is this mine?” He parted her cunt lips. “Girl?”
“Yours. All yours.” She panted. “Sir.”
“Yes.” He dragged his tongue along her labia.
She gritted her teeth and whimpered. Each lick and nibble nudged her to the edge. She’d come earlier and wanted to again. She wriggled her hips. “Sir.”
He said nothing, but continued to lap at her. He raked his teeth across her clit, then eased one finger into her pussy.
Her thoughts turned blank and she rode the wave of pleasure. She panted. Holy hell. He knew how to play her. He spread her pussy lips, then sucked hard on her clit. He added a second, then third finger to her cunt. Christ, he had her full. She squirmed. Heat spiraled through her body and centered in her lower belly. He pinched her inner thigh, then raked his nails over her sensitive labia.
“Sir.” She arched into him. “Fuck.”
“Not yet,” he replied. He resumed licking her, then caressed his thumb over her asshole. “Who does t
his belong to?”
“You, Sir,” she managed. The pain and excitement crashed within her. He had her right on the edge.
Sir tapped her asshole but didn’t breach her. He toyed with the sensitive tissues in time with his fingers moving in and out of her pussy.
She tensed. “Sir. Please?” She strained against the cuffs. “I need to come. Please, Sir, may I come?”
He stopped, then withdrew his fingers. “No.” Sir stood. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him on the bed. “Not without me.” In one push, he lined his cock up with her swollen pussy and filled her.
She gasped. Skin-on-skin. Fuck yes. Her legs trembled again. “Thank you, Sir.”
He held her tight and pistoned within her body. She tried to clamp down on him, but then he blew her focus all to hell. She arched beneath him and the clips yanked on her skin. She couldn’t breathe.
“Girl?” He dug his nails into her skin. “Girl?”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her resistance shattered. No more holding back. “I need to come.” She whimpered. “Sir.”
“Yes?” He increased his speed, but his cadence turned ragged. “Mine.”
“I am.” She met him thrust for thrust. “Please?”
“Come for me.”
He’d said the magic words. Andi succumbed to the orgasm. Her body trembled, and her thoughts blurred. Her limbs went limp. She rode him as he climaxed.
“Jesus.” He filled her to the hilt and curled over her. His cock throbbed in her pussy. His dark eyes flashed, and a lazy smile quirked on his lips. He kissed her. “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she managed. She sagged against the bed and closed her eyes. She needed more than a moment to come down from the high.
Sir eased his cock from her pussy, then smoothed his palm over her belly. “Hold still.” He removed one clip, then flattened his tongue over her abused nipple.
The pain increased, then flatlined into pleasure. She gasped. “Sir.”
He removed the second clip and treated her other nipple to the same care. When he uncuffed her, she clung to him. Her ass tingled from the crop and her nipples ached, but she didn’t mind. She had her Sir.
