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“Remove your clothes.”
With shaky hands, I unbutton my shirt and slip it off my shoulders, then unzip my skirt. They both fall into a pile on the ground beside me. His eyes devour me hungrily, and I note that he slips off his shoes. Then I reach around and unhook my bra, letting it fall too. His breath catches as he takes in my bare breasts, and I feel desirable, powerful, that I have this effect on him.
Lastly, the panties go. Neither one of these undergarments are the lace that he stipulates that I wear. It doesn’t seem to curb his heated reaction to my naked body. His erection is an easily noticeable bulge in his pants.
“On your knees. Now,” he orders.
I only hesitate a second before lowering myself onto the plush white carpet. My heart is thundering like a riot in my chest.
“Eyes closed. Hands clasped behind your back.”
I do as instructed, and wait. As several breathless seconds pass, I hear him removing his belt. Then he moves to his dresser and opens a drawer, closes it and opens another. Soon, the carpet is registering his footsteps as he comes closer to me. He’s right in front of me now and my eyes are squeezed shut. I don’t even dare peek at him. The unmistakable sound of a zipper splits the silence. I know exactly what’s coming and I start to tremble.
“Open your mouth.”
Again I comply immediately and the head of his cock touches my bottom lip. Then he stops. “Suck me, Madeline. Take it deep.”
I lean forward greedily, taking his salty, musky length into my mouth. He’s huge and he stretches me wide as I suck him. He groans, shifting his hips, forcing me to take more of him until he hits the back of my throat, and I can no longer breathe. He stops for a long minute as if to prove that he has control even over my basic need for breath. Panic starts to rise inside, but I will myself to calm. As if to reaffirm this control, he’s got his hand cupped around the back of my head, holding me there to keep his cock deep in my mouth.
I fight the instinct to unclasp my hands and push him away, hoping he’ll move soon. I’m in no danger of passing out—yet. Nevertheless, his pleasure is mine to give him. Every shudder of his body is mine. In this moment, I have power over him and that knowledge makes my channel ache.
His hand threads through my hair, tugging me closer, holding my head in place as my tongue swirls around the underside of his cock. He slides slowly back, lets me catch my breath quickly before shoving forward again, even deeper. I can feel him in my throat and I’m willing myself not to gag as he stills there again.
Suddenly, his hand leaves my head and something cold encloses around my neck with a distinctive click. I jerk back, startled but his hands are still on whatever is around my neck, closing a clasp? My hands fly to my throat and I feel a thick metal band hugging my neck like a choker and from it hangs a pendant—no, not a pendant. A padlock. He’s locked it around my neck.
The bastard collared me. Like a damn puppy.
I look up to see him watching my reaction closely before he puts his hand in my hair again, ready to pick up where we left off. But I turn my head away, my anger growing more palpable by the second. “What the fuck is this?”
With one hand still in my hair, he tugs on a chain held by the other—that I quickly discover is attached to the collar like a leash. “My assurance of your obedience. Will you protest now? So soon after promising that I could do as I please?”
I blink, speechless. My hand flies to my throat again. A collar, an assurance of obedience to him. In shock I realize that this is only the very beginning of the lesson he seems so eager to teach me.
Chapter 24
Cuffed & Collared
My lips tremble, and I think about what I’ve just promised him—that I’d obey him unquestioningly, that my body is his to use as he pleases. But before I can reply, he’s nudging his cock toward my mouth again. Without another word, I accept it, letting him thrust into me. Letting him fuck my mouth.
My eyes close, and though I’m still burning with rage, I’m also burning with desire, feeling his powerful will coil around me and take me to places I couldn’t have even imagined in my darkest fantasies.
My tongue is caressing him as he thrusts into my mouth, pushing against my throat, and as it’s been a while since he last fucked me, it doesn’t take him long to come. His cock swells in my mouth as he lets out a ferocious growl, pushing impossibly deep so that I actually do begin gagging. He ignores me for several seconds as his hot semen pumps into my throat and I have no choice but to swallow and fight the gag reflex.
He pulls away from me with a long sigh and then steps back. “Don’t move,” he commands as he steps away, into the en suite bathroom, which I can see only a fraction of from this angle. The minute he’s out of sight, I begin pulling at the collar, the padlock, trying to determine just how immutable this thing is. The chain is permanently attached to it, too, not clipped like a leash that can be removed. And it’s thick—tugging on it is not going to break it.
Soon he’s back in the room standing in front of me again. He reaches down and lifts my chin to look up at him. “Well done,” he breathes as if I should be crying with joy that I’ve pleased him. “You have a very fuckable mouth—that I intend to have more of soon. Along with the rest of you.”
I grind my teeth but don’t reply, letting my eyes drift away from his. He reaches down and grabs the chain attached to the collar and gives it a firm tug, pulling me up to my feet wordlessly. He could have just told me to stand up but chose to do this instead, as if to emphasize the existence of this damn collar and leash.
Shit. I can’t wait until this night is over and he takes the damn thing off. I’ll go home and curl up in my bed and pretend he wasn’t ordering me around like his slave tonight.
“Now for the rules...” he says, his blue eyes glittering, and my heart hammers with fear. This isn’t over yet.
“First, while you are in this apartment, you will always be naked and collared.” He tugs the chain again and smiles at the flare of fury in my eyes as I bite my lip. He’s enjoying my anger too much, pushing it on purpose. “Second, when I am fucking you, you will not be permitted to climax without my express permission, which you must beg for beforehand. And you may not bring yourself to orgasm unless I command it.”
My mouth drops. Is he fucking serious? He brings his face down close to mine, then turns so that his mouth is centimeters from my ear. And he speaks in a low, seductive voice. “And lastly, you will always, always surrender to my will. In. All. Things.” We are both still as he lets that sink in and then he turns to look at me from this close angle, studying my suddenly calm, blank features as my fury fades and I accept these terms.
“Is this clear, Madeline? No nods. You must speak it clearly.”
