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“As a matter of fact…that gives me an idea, now that you’ve reminded me how much you’re enjoying your collar. Giving you still another reason to appreciate it can’t hurt.” I blink and he turns away from me, steps back into his closet. I suck in a quick breath, cold with fear.
I squeeze my eyes closed, chastising myself for daring to protest. It was probably going to get worse now. Before another second goes by, he’s back standing in front of me, holding a small metallic object and two large black marbles in his hand. I peer at them, brow furrowing but don’t dare open my mouth again, for fear of making things worse.
He unscrews the handle from my leash and attaches the round object, then demonstrates for me to see. It’s a magnet and the two marbles are attracted to it.
“Heavily magnetized hematite,” he says.
My heart races with dread and excitement at once. Where will those go?
He pulls one of them off the magnet with some difficulty and tells me to open my mouth and he places it inside. “Get that nice and wet for me, Madeline. There’s a girl.”
I roll it inside my mouth while staring at him with wide eyes. The ball is very heavy on my tongue and about the size of those jawbreaker candies I used to love as a kid. When he tells me to open my mouth, he pulls it out and replaces it with the other one.
“Open your legs,” he breathes. Then he puts both of the balls on the end of the magnet, which is now attached to the end of my leash. He threads the leash down the front of my skirt and pushes the balls firmly inside me.
They feel cold, heavy. Somehow I’m supposed to walk with these inside me? And the leash hangs down the front of my shirt before tucking into my waistband. I’m supposed to go out there looking like a puppy dog with a visible collar and leash? My face flushes with heat—though whether from humiliation or anger, I couldn’t say.
Evan is watching me closely.
“Do you have something you’d like to say to me, Madeline?”
Fuck. Damn it. This is bullshit. Couldn’t he just make it easier by not asking my opinion?
I look up at him, and I’m sure the internal war is evident on my face. His mouth turns up in an expectant smile, a flame of desire licking the back of his blue, blue eyes.
“Well?”
“I—uh.” I swallow and look back to the floor. “Thank you, Master,” I finally whisper.
“You are most welcome. I think you’ll enjoy how they make you feel. More importantly, I’ll enjoy knowing that they are inside you, making you feel good. And as for the collar…” He fingers the infinity symbol that dangles from my throat. “Well let’s just say there are some definite benefits to wearing this downstairs, too. You’ll see.”
With puzzlement, I wonder at that, following him out of the bedroom. The first few steps I take, I walk with a weird, wobbling gait, all too aware of the heavy balls inserted in me, pulling everything down. Every step makes me more and more aware of them and my sex starts to throb with arousal. These balls readily remind me that I am a sexual being. And they remind me that while I’m here, I live to receive and give pleasure to Evan Kohl.
My master.
Chapter 29
Something Dangerous
Once inside the elevator, Evan pulls me to him and kisses me deeply. I return the thrusts of his tongue with my own, and his breath hitches, holding me flush against his rock-hard erection. “Fuck,” he whispers against my mouth. “You are intoxicating.”
His hand slips under my skirt and he tugs against the chain a couple times before rubbing it, cold and rough, against my wet clit. I jump, like I’ve been jolted by an electric shock. He breaks the kiss and presses his mouth against my temple, breathing deeply. “I can’t stop thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you this week.”
I swallow and let out a small whimper instead of speaking. The thought and anticipation of what this week will bring are undoing me, too. But first, I’m dying to see the rest of Exeter House.
We ride the elevator down to the fourth floor, which, Evan explains to me, is the main floor for members. The first three floors of the building are part of the public-facing part of the establishment. Rooms can be taken there by hopeful members of the house or even non-members who pay high premiums. There are restaurants, bars, various designer boutiques, a coffee shop, and even a nightclub on those levels, as well.
I glance around. “How will they know I belong here?” This place is so swanky, I’m not even sure I belong here.
He taps on the infinity symbol that dangles from my collar. “This will identify you as mine.” That last word rolls off his tongue like a caress and sends a hot ember of desire skipping down my spine.
My thoughts are cast back to earlier, when he entered me from behind, sending a wave of sharp pleasure rocking through me. He was right. It turns out, I like being fucked in the ass, and I already want more.
During his “dime tour,” Evan demonstrates that the place has everything the decadently wealthy could want—and even some special locked doors he doesn’t explain, but which instantly stir my curiosity.
He checks his phone after it’s chimed insistently several times. Then he sighs, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. “It looks like I have to run to the office for a little while. I want you to grab something to eat and have some fun exploring. And you can always do some shopping. Get anything you want. They know to charge it to me. Don’t leave the premises and back upstairs before four.”
“Do you have to go?” I hate the petulance in my tone, but the thought of him leaving me here, alone, is a little intimidating. Only the elite and their “associates” wander these halls. I’m just a broke grad student, and I can’t help but feel inferior.
