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“That feels... really weird...” Lexie said, shimmying her hips a little bit as she looked down, obviously trying to see exactly what he’d done. She gasped as he brushed his fingers over her trapped labia and clit. He’d basically just clamped her labia together, as well as her clit, and the jewelry would hold her pussy shut. Because they weren’t as strong as nipple clamps, it wouldn’t trap her blood flow in quite the same way, but it would make her much more sensitive. “What is it?”
“Labia jewelry, for a pretty, non-pierced pussy.”
Biting down on her lower lip, she shifted her weight back and forth, her body obviously having some trouble getting used to the new sensations. His cock was hard as a rock from watching her. As he stood, he slid his hands up her body, caressing her curves, which were exaggerated by the waist cincher.
Her eyes sparkled at him with eagerness, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. “Let me guess, there’s something for my nipples in the last box.”
It wasn’t a bad guess, considering his hands had stopped their upward momentum on her breasts. He liked holding her breasts, feeling the press of her nipples into his hand, the coolness of the silver rings. Knowing it was time for the last box, his chest tightened. He thought he knew what her answer would be, but he wasn’t arrogant enough to be completely sure.
“Ah... not exactly, no.”
As if she sensed his anxiousness, despite his attempt to be as blank faced as possible, Lexie stilled, looking up at him curiously. Tension hung in the air, anticipation thrumming between them.
Dropping his hands away from her breasts, he turned and picked up the last box. His face felt like a mask, hiding his emotions as he turned it towards her so when he opened it, she would be able to see what was inside immediately.
Her eyes widened when he lifted the lid and she realized it was a jewelry box.
Inside, laid out on velvet, was a shimmering strand of silver with little blue stones inset along its length. As always, the blue was the same as her eyes. Lexie’s jaw dropped as she stared at the deceptively delicate piece.
“Do you know what this is?” Patrick asked softly.
“A collar?” she asked, her hand coming up to hover over the necklace, as if she was afraid of touching it. Her face had paled, and with her head tilted slightly down to look at it, he couldn’t read her expression. It felt like his heart was pounding in his chest.
He’d never offered a woman his collar before. Never even considered it. Sometimes he’d wondered if he ever would. His friends hadn’t felt the need to, with their girlfriends. But as soon as Lexie had signed the contract, he’d ordered this one for her. He hadn’t felt the need to wait and see how things went between them. He’d started off this relationship deadly serious about her and that hadn’t changed in the past couple of weeks, if anything, he’d just become more sure she was what he wanted for the rest of his life.
A collar wasn’t quite the same as a proposal, at least not to everyone, but for him it was. The conventional proposal would come later, possibly months from now, but he wanted his collar around her neck, proclaiming her as his for anyone who recognized what it was. Unlike the training collar, this collar was meant to be worn all the time.
Unfortunately there was hesitation and uncertainty apparent in Lexie’s body language, and he didn’t know if it was because she was unsure about the collar or about him.
“You don’t have to wear it,” he said softly. “If you’re more comfortable in the training-“
“No! I mean, yes... yes I want to wear it.” Her conviction was fierce, and she finally put her hand down on it, her eyes coming up to meet his, flashing with passion and glistening with tears. Patrick’s heart felt like it stuttered inside of his chest with relief.
He picked it up and tossed the box onto the bed, not even looking at where he threw it. Opening the clasp, which they’d have welded shut sometime in the future, he held it up to her throat, leaning his head down for a kiss at the same time.
Slim fingers stroked his chest as his tongue parted her lips, and his hands came together at the back of her neck. The kiss, the collar, both were promises to be kept between them.
An almost savage satisfaction ran through him as the clasp snapped closed around her neck. He cupped the back of her head, holding her against him, ruthlessly plundering her mouth with his tongue as his passion raged, trying to break through his control.
But that wasn’t the plan for tonight. They were going to the club, where he could finish claiming her completely. Pulling away, both of them breathing heavily, he smiled as he saw the delicate silver chain around her throat, hugging the base of it.
Mine.
Lexie couldn’t stop touching her collar. It was so light around her neck she had to keep stroking it to make sure it was really there. She had never thought Patrick might want to collar her. Collaring wasn’t something every couple did, even if they were involved in BDSM. Somehow, she doubted Liam or Rick would ever do it. She could maybe picture Adam wanting a collar on Angel’s neck... maybe Justin even if Chris didn’t seem the type.
She hadn’t realized how good it would make her feel. If the corset was like Patrick’s arms around her body, holding her tight, the collar was something even more. Not just a physical reminder she’d wear every day, but also a visible token of his emotion, his love, as well as his ownership over her body. An ownership that she’d given to him, like a gift.
A gift she’d not regretted, one that he obviously cherished. The collar acknowledged that gift and proclaimed it for the entire world to see... but for anyone who didn’t know its significance, it would just be a beautiful necklace from her boyfriend.
The collar had a much larger effect on her than the butt plug or the waist cincher did, even when she couldn’t sit comfortably on the car ride to the club. She barely noticed how much she was shifting, sitting up as straight as she could to breathe more easily, trying not to jostle the plug too much. The discomfort took a backseat to the joy and pleasure of stroking her collar.
Freddy recognized what it was the second she and Patrick walked in and she took off her coat. Although, it seemed he’d dressed her to draw attention to it anyway. Her waist cincher’s little blue flowers matched the blue stones in the necklace and the silver chain matched the silver fabric. Even the jewels brushing against her inner thighs as she walked matched the collar.
Walking, with the clamp on her pussy lips, was the only thing that nearly distracted her from the collar. The swollen lips were so sensitive that just moving her thighs against them made her want to whimper. She was so, so wet, her clit clasped tightly between the prongs, and yet there was no relief in sight. The plug was so big it was also jostled by her movements, causing a few sharp twinges of discomfort, but mostly heightening her arousal.
“Congratulations,” Freddy whispered to her, giving her a big grin and thumbs up after Patrick had turned to head into the club.
“Thanks,” Lexie whispered back, giving him a little wave before moving after Patrick, as quickly as she could considering the throbbing heat between her legs.
