by Megan Slayer
“No.” He let go of her hair. “Not yet.”
Andi slid her gaze back to the floor. She shouldn’t be watching such an intimate moment between Kel and Master Justin, but she couldn’t help staring.
Sir cleared his throat. “Mary, did you enjoy yourself?”
“I did, Master Dean.” Mary grinned. “Thank you.”
Andi tensed. Weren’t they all cozy? Didn’t Sir want to know if she liked the scene? She paused and tamped down her irritation. Mary’s words rang in her ears—everything wasn’t about Andi. Why was learning and coming to terms with her not being the center of attention so difficult?
“I hear you’re both good now that the election is over.” Delana crossed her ankles and adjusted the strand of pearls draped across her breasts. “I paid the election little attention because Trey Donaldson is such a distasteful person. I couldn’t watch him without wanting to fold him over the table and spank him until he learned to behave.”
“Nice,” Sir said. He laughed. “I bet you’d give him the best run for his money.”
“Agreed,” Justin said. “As for the election, we’re good now.”
Andi slid her hand around Sir’s ankle. The morning of the election, she and Sir flew to Las Vegas. They’d married in a chapel just off the strip. Nothing fancy, but legal. She loved being his wife, plus touching him made her heart sing. Would she get herself into trouble for stroking the top of his boot? She kind of hoped she did because she wanted his punishment.
“I’m glad we don’t have to shut down or go on the down-low,” Delana said. “By the way, Dworkin came in today and renewed his membership. I spoke to him myself. He’s thrilled to have the Underground to work with and refuses to give us shit.”
“Very good.” Sir threaded his fingers into Andi’s hair and tipped her head back. “Girl, you’re pushing your luck.”
Andi suppressed a giggle. Duh, she was pushing. They hadn’t played all day, and she needed him.
“Your girl is being naughty.” Justin toyed with Kel’s leash. “She’s out of line.”
“She is.” Sir shifted in his seat and pulled harder on her hair. “Girl.”
“Yes, Sir?” She met his gaze, mostly because he forced the issue.
“Mary, the rug,” Sir said.
Mary? What the hell? Why was he asking for her? Andi fought the urge to look at her friend as Mary strode past her.
“Good girl. You’ll please a Master—when the right one comes along.” Sir stood, then let go of Andi. He pointed to a white rug in the middle of the carpet. “Crawl. I want you here, then kneel.”
A shiver ran the length of her spine. Yes. She’d do whatever he asked. She crawled over to him and knelt at his feet. The thick rug cushioned her seat.
“Look at me,” Sir said, his voice sharp.
She clasped her hands together at the small of her back. She tipped her gaze and met his. The switch in position jostled the plug in her ass. She wished he were in her, not the toy. “Sir.”
“The Master and Mistress have joined us. When I collared you before, it was in private, but I promised to do so in front of our friends.” He took the crop from Master Justin, then caressed her chin with the leather end of the crop. “My girl.”
So that’s why he’d asked her to curl her hair and pull it away from her face. No wonder he’d wanted her nude, except for her boots. He was about to claim her. She felt a little silly, not realizing what he’d planned to do. She bit back a wince. She’d forgotten to bring her leash, and he hadn’t prompted her in that direction. Damn.
Mary made her way to Andi and dropped to her knees. “This is yours.” She offered up the leash. “Lucky.”
Mary was in on this part of the ceremony, too? She glanced at her friend and smiled, then sobered. Andi offered the leash to Sir.
“Girl,” Sir said. “You’ve already agreed to love and honor me, as I have you. Tonight, I’m asking if you’re willing to obey me. Do you offer me your love?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her heart hammered. Everyone could see her. Oh God. What would Sir do at the end of the ceremony? She’d only witnessed one other claiming, and that scene had involved the sub being caned. He might not cane her, but, based on the amount of adrenaline running through her system, she’d never feel the sting.
“Do you honor me?” Sir asked. He kept the end of the crop under her chin.
“Yes, Sir.” She shivered. “Completely.”
The corner of his mouth kinked into a smile. “Good girl.” He focused on her. “Do you accept your submission to me?”
“Yes, Sir.” She offered up the leash again. “For you.”
“Thank you.” He took the chain from her. “Show me you accept your submission.”
Oh fuck, yes. She leaned over and kissed the top of his boots, three times per foot, then rested her head on his feet. She closed her eyes. Bliss washed over her. She knew the gravity of the moment and embraced every second.
Sir rewarded her with six spanks, three on either side of her ass. Her skin heated, and tears burned at the corners of her eyes. Giving herself over to him wasn’t hard, nor was accepting the pain. He owned her body, heart and soul.
“Good girl,” Sir said. “Look at me.”
When she sat back on her heels, she met his gaze again. The heaviness of the moment hit her. Here she was on her knees and nude with their friends watching. Getting married was one thing and the collaring before was another, but both had been done in private. This ceremony wasn’t secluded. He couldn’t take any of it back.
He dropped to one knee and touched the collar around her throat. “This collar is a symbol of my love and a reminder of my respect for you. It shows my commitment to you and being the dominant force in your life. It’s a symbol of my responsibility to care for you and love you. It’s visible proof of our relationship.” He turned the lock over in his fingers. “Love you, Andi.”
He’d used her name. Not “girl”. She swallowed, then found her voice. “Thank you, Sir. I love you, too.”
He sat on the floor and scooped her into his arms. He held her. “Thank you, everyone, for witnessing this ceremony.”
She could’ve opened her eyes to see the reaction of her friends, but she didn’t. Instead, she pressed her face against Sir’s neck. She needed to be close to him. There was no going back. Not only would their friends know she belonged to him, but from now on, so would everyone at the club.
Sir petted her hair. His cologne wrapped around and soothed her. She felt small in his embrace. More tears slipped down her cheeks. Amazement hit her hard. She had everything she’d ever wanted. Her Sir was truly hers and hers alone.
“Andi?” He held her tight. “What’s wrong? Sweetheart?”
“I’m okay.” She panted and tried to catch her breath, then opened her eyes. “I’m overwhelmed.”
“You are?” He rocked with her. “I understand.”
She dried her face, then looked up at him. “You can’t take any of that back.” Her hands shook. A chill ran along her spine. “Are you sure?”
He brushed the fresh tears off her cheeks. “You didn’t seem too hesitant when I went through the ceremony.” He chuckled. “Yes, I meant everything, and no, I don’t want to take any of it back.” He kissed her. “You’re my girl, my partner, and the one I love. Now everyone knows you’re mine.”
“They do.” She noticed in her peripheral vision that she and Sir were alone. “We’re by ourselves.”
“We are. This moment is just for us.” He rubbed her bare arm. “You’re all goosebumps.”
He dragged a dark blue silk robe off the closest chair. “No one can hurt you. Not Trey, not the media—no one.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She cuddled in the robe and his arms.
“I do have a small present for you.” He patted her bottom. “Up for just a second.” When she wobbled to her feet, he eased the plug from her ass. He abandoned the toy on the floor, then helped her back to his lap. Sir rubbed his nose along hers. “You have no idea
how happy I am to tell you this. Trey has been arrested. He really cannot hurt you.”
“What? How? Why?” She didn’t understand.
“According to the district attorney, Trey has been accused of buying votes, paying off individuals to vote at multiple polling places, and bribery. I guess he’s also in trouble for sexually harassing his staff, and Jenn Lemire has gotten vocal about not only his affair with her, but how he cheated on her, too,” Sir said. “He’s in up to his eyeballs and won’t get out any time soon. You’re the last thing on his mind. You’re free.”
“No.” She cupped Sir’s jaw. “I’m locked up in your arms—exactly where I belong.”
“Yes, you are, and you do.” He kissed her again, feathering his lips against hers.
She draped her arms around his neck. When she’d come to the Underground, she hadn’t expected to fall in love. She’d planned on finding release instead. She’d ended up paired with Sir—the guy who fit her bill physically for what she wanted in a man and Dom.
Mary’s words echoed in her mind—once she got over herself, she’d be happy. Mary wasn’t wrong. Marching into the club and demanding Sir confess his love hadn’t been the smartest thing Andi could’ve done, but she’d learned a lot about herself and what she could handle. She’d needed the time with Trey to realize he wasn’t her future and the additional time on her own to find herself. Once Sir came back into her life, giving herself over to him and not running every second of their time together had been hard, but freed her. She had Sir, the collar, and a great life. She couldn’t ask for more and didn’t have to—she had it all—especially Sir’s love.
The End
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