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When she took the pendant into her hand and looked at the other side, she burst into laughter, which was complimented with tears. She was a sobbing mess, all wet and red, but she was so cute that I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
"Can I try it?" she whispered, still holding the petite jewellery, pleading with me with her hazel orbs.
"Of course." I nodded, pulling another box from my pants pocket. I put it on the table, and she frowned, confused. I opened it, and it contained a white gold necklace. "You’ll wear this," I took the pendant from her and put it on the necklace, "every time you’re out of this apartment. That means at work, the grocery store, when you go for a manicure, and so on. The only time you take it off is at the gym." She listened to my every word and eagerly nodded her agreement. She was so happy that she totally forgot to talk, but when I expectantly raised my eyebrows at her, she quickly breathed, "Yes, sir."
"This one." I took the collar from the box and saw as she almost jumped up and down on her seat with excitement. It was extremely interesting to watch someone who, two weeks ago, didn’t have a clue about this lifestyle but was so exhilarated about the BDSM item. "You’ll always wear it in this apartment," I ordered, and she looked me in the eyes, expecting me to continue. "Only if some serious medical problem occurs, you’ll take it off," I finished, waiting for her confirmation.
"Do you want me to sleep with it, too?" she asked, and my lips curled into a soft smile.
"I want you to try it," I answered, unbuckling it. "If it gets uncomfortable or it leaves bruises, we’ll take it off."
I walked around the table and stopped behind her, putting the collar on her neck. It fitted perfectly. It was tight but not too tight, so she could breathe easily. I didn’t want to choke her. It was one of her hard limits after all.
"Now, you’re officially mine," I muttered into her ear, and she visibly shuddered. I loved her body's reaction to my touch.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered, turning her head to look at me. "I read that Doms give collars to their subs after a long time or when they deserve it." She wiped her wet cheeks, then touched the heart-shaped buckle, and a wide smile didn’t vanish from her face. "I would never have hoped you’d give it to me so early."
"I like my property marked," I replied without thinking, and only when those words were out did I realise what I’d just said.
"That’s what I am? Your property?" she asked, staring at me with wide eyes, and I wanted to kick my stupid ass. It wasn’t exactly clever to talk to her like this; she still wasn’t used to our dynamic. It could cause us unnecessary trouble if I wasn’t careful with my choice of words.
I took her by her hands and stood her up. She was too astute to forget her question just because I might seduce her. She wanted a proper clarification of my words, and I forced my brain to cooperate when my mouth had gotten us into this mess.
"I own you, remember?" I pointed it out softly, and she nodded slightly. "You gave yourself to me to take care of you—"
"I’m a human being," she cut me off, not pleased with my explanation, "I have feelings."
"I know, princess." I pulled her closer to me, and she didn’t fight me, which I took as a good thing. She pressed her small palms against my chest. Her eyes didn’t leave my face for a second. "Your needs and feelings make you the most valuable property of all," I whispered, and she tilted her head to the side. Shit! I didn’t know what else to say to her. How could I get myself in this situation?
"You know that after what you just said, I can make a horrible scene and leave. Right, sir?" she asked, deadly serious, and I almost groaned in frustration. I should lock my mouth and lose the key.
"You won’t do it, princess," I stated confidently, even when a lump formed in my throat. I bet everything on one card, and I hoped it would work. "You are mine." I kissed her nose, and she giggled. It was an excellent sign. She liked it when I was playful, so that was my game plan, along with saying what she should already know.
"You’re enjoying every minute that you spend with me." I pulled her even closer, squeezing her ass and whispering in her ear. "You love the attention I give you. You're savouring every moment of our relationship." I lifted her up and sat her on the table. "Every orgasm I gave you is an undying memory, safely stored in your mind." She was breathing heavily, licking her dry lips and provoking me to kiss her. "You won’t leave, Electra, because you belong to me," I repeated and gave her a devilish smile. "No one will satisfy you as I do, and you know it."
"You’re very confident about yourself, sir," she breathed, and relief washed over me. This time, it worked. Next time, I had to be more careful with my words.
"I am, princess." My grin widened, and I leaned closer so our noses almost touched. "And it’s one of my best traits."
35
A Teasing Game
Electra
MrThorn’swordsaboutbeing his property scared the shit out of me. Not because it sounded like he was taking me for granted and was talking about me like I was some kind of object. It was because my heart raced in my chest like I’d just run a marathon, and my whole body trembled. His statement should have horrified me, but instead, I was the happiest I could be. He marked me as his. I was his princess. Yay!
I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his broad chest. His heart sounded exactly like mine, strongly thundering inside his chest, proving to me that this small event, which was so significant for me, was important to him as well.
"Sir?" I raised my head to look at him. Even when I was sitting on the table, he was taller than me. I felt like a little girl compared to him.
"Yes, princess." His deep voice made my pussy quiver in anticipation. The crazy effect he had on me was intensifying with every passing day.
"Why do you need me ready tomorrow?" I asked, remembering his remark about not taking me tonight. I ached for his touch, and I craved the release that only he could give me.
"Every Friday, I visit my club," he answered nonchalantly as if it were a well-known fact. "You’ll go with me tomorrow."
My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I was shocked. Did he want me to attend some kinky place? A dungeon? Or a red room like in fifty shades?
