“I don’t think I can live without it either.” I sigh contentedly against him.
“You’ll never have to until you send me away.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” I ask him flirtatiously.
CJ nods. “You know I love secrets.”
“I will never, ever send you away. I know what life feels like to be without you, and it’s definitely not for me,” I murmur against his lips.
“I’m very happy to hear that.”
“I’m very happy to tell you that.”
“It’s settled then.”
“What is?”
“You officially belong to me.”
“I have always belonged to you.Always, and only you.”
“Ditto.” He runs one finger through my hair and kisses me forcefully again. The embrace is so hot, it could melt the frost right off the windows.
“I have something for you.” He reaches into his laptop bag, pulls out a package, and hands it to me. “I ordered this before everything went down.”
I shake the long, brown shipping box, before I rip it open like the child I am. Like nesting dolls, I pull a long, black velvet box out from a white cardboard one, popping it open with a start. Inside is the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen. It’s thick with what looks like a thousand tiny diamonds strung together like filigree. I instantly fall in love.
“I told you it would be fit for a queen.” CJ pulls it from the box and holds it up. I realize it’s the collar I had agreed to wear.
“I had a vision when I bought this.” He fastens it around my neck, fitting perfectly.
“Do tell.” I hum seductively as he urges me to straddle him.
“Mmm.” He plants his hands all over my body. “I should be working, but I’ll indulge you.”
“I think you wantmeto indulgeyou.” I undulate against him, feeling his erection grow.
“It was you,” he pulls my shirt over my head, “wearing nothing but that collar, riding me dry.”
“I think I can make that vision happen.” I flick my tongue between his parted lips, turning up the heat.
CJ moans wantonly. “You are going to be so very good . . . and so very bad for me.” He attacks my mouth while nearly ripping my jeans in two.
Sometimes I just love being bad.
I SIT ON THE COUCHwatching Tara sleep. It was one hell of a morning. Once that collar was around her neck, the fuck-a-thon was on. First she rode me on the couch, then I fucked her on the floor, before finally ending up doggy style on the bed. The woman has a hypnotic effect. Like a Siren luring a sailor.
It’s amazing I can even freakin’ see straight right now.
Her phone vibrates on her makeshift plastic nightstand. I ignore it, wanting to let her sleep. It stops and then starts up again. I become a little suspicious, but still, I leave it alone. The third time has me striding across the room to answer it. The name Nino is flashing across the screen. My blood instantly boils. I know I shouldn’t pick it up, but my rage gets the better of me.
“Hello?”
“Who the fuck is this?” he snarls on the other end.
“You know exactly who it is,” I respond frigidly.
There’s a momentary pause before he answers. “Tara’s free pussy,” he says with disdain.
