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While she tolerates him because of how he helped me to deal with Micah, she’s too smart and wise to not spot the numerous red flags that my raging arousal for him is leaving me colorblind to.
I sit up, my legs still wrapped around him, his scent dizzying me as our gazes collide, both of us breathless, both of us locked into a tentative dance, not knowing where the point of no-return is and both trying to avoid it… because beyond that point, the risks get higher. And the pain will be unbearable.
“I have something for you,” he announces.
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“What is it?”
He lifts me, holding me until my feet find the floor before leaving the room.
A few minutes later, he returns carrying a wooden tray, the objects lying on it voiding my ability to produce words.
My eyes widen about as much as my lips.
Holy shit…
On the tray are placed a variety of items, some more disturbing-looking than others. On the tamer side lie three collars—each different styles, materials and colors.
The one on the left is a gold choker, half an inch thick, made of thin chains weaved together to create an elegant necklace with a lobster clasp. In the center is a thick strip of matte gold from which hangs a beautiful circular cord of twisted gold, just large enough to be able to thread a leash through…
I glance up at Grey who is studying my face most intently.
The one next to it is still beautiful but a little thicker, less elegant, the clasp looking more finicky. It’s made of silver with diamond studs dotted throughout and instead of the ring lying beneath it, a circle of silver lies in the middle of the thick chain collar.
The thing is much less discreet-looking than the gold one but is still a masterclass in subtlety compared to the final collar to the right. This one is at least two inches thick and made of black leather dotted with silver studs. Between each stud lies a silver hoop—one at the front and one at each side, three in total.
My eyes stagger up to his again and my dumbstruck expression must amuse him for his smile is sinful while his eyes dance with interest.
He places the tray on the desk and I come to stand diagonally opposite him, watching as his hands, which look giant in contrast to the collars, pick up the first gold one.
“The ring can be removed,” he says, unclasping the hoop of the gold choker. “You’ll wear this one when we’re out in public, meeting friends… but not family.”
Oh, will I now…
“The silver one you’ll wear when it’s just the two of us—out at dinner, at the theatre, or any other public place where we’re unlikely to run into anyone. You’ll also wear it around the house if I request it of you. We’ll keep the first two in your room.”
Well, fuck me…
“And the final one”—he picks up the imposing black instrument of restraint and submission—“you’ll wear when I fuck you in my bedroom. That’s where it will stay. Sometimes I’ll put it on you myself, if your hands are out of commission, and sometimes I’ll request that you get on your knees and put it on in front of me.”
He turns it slowly over and my jaw nearly slams into the floor as I take in the words embossed on the inside.
GreysonIndigo
The exact same words I see snaking around the little drop-shaped silver object lying on the right-hand side of the lined tray next to what looks like a full bottle of clear lube.
And I also see the words engraved into the leather of the thick handcuffs sitting in the center of the tray, attached by a short gold chain.
“The handcuffs you’ll wear when I order you to your room. I’ll do that when you’ve been insubordinate beyond what I can overlook. You’ll first put on the silver choker, and attach this leash to it.” He signals to the thick long silver chain lying across the tray, folded several times. “Then you’ll kneel down and put the handcuffs on you.” He demonstrates how the handcuffs close—with a clasp that you feed a metal tab. “You will be able to put them on yourself easily with a little practice. Once I've ordered you to your room, you’ll wait for me to arrive so that I can administer your disciplining. When I enter the room, you’ll greet me by saying, ‘I’m ready to be disciplined, sir.’ Then you’ll open your mouth for me.”
You have got to be kidding me…
Still rendered mute, I keep wondering why I’m not admonishing him for his presumptuous transformation of me into his little sex slave. It might be because I’m trying to distract myself from the fact that my body is vibrating internally with pleasure… and with anticipation.
I want to put that fucking choker on. I want to get to my knees and open my mouth for him, handcuffs on. I’m so relieved to be turned on by his dominance that if I were alone right now, I may well break out into an ecstatic dance.
