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DANE

Mine.

It’s like something out of one of my most feverish fantasies: Abigail is calling meMasterwhile she cries and comes all over my face.

But this is real. Nothing has ever been more real in my life.

Until meeting her, I’d seen the world in cold, clinical terms. I assessed everything at a numb distance, and I was thoroughly in control because I wasn’t hampered by the frivolous emotions that weaken other people.

Now, I feeleverything.And I’ve never been more powerful.

These savage emotions Abigail evokes in me are almost debilitating at times, but my control over her makes me stronger than I’ve ever been.

This stunning, talented woman has chosen to give herself to me. She places her full trust in me.

It’s the greatest high I’ve ever known, even though she’s the one screaming out her orgasm right now.

Her pussy gives a weak flutter around my insistent fingers, tempting my own lust to rise to a maddening pitch. My cock is painfully hard, and I’ve been aching to bury myself in herwet heat. Only my control over her has given me the strength to restrain my most primal urges. I won’t rut into her like a beast when having her completely come undone is a far greater pleasure.

I want her on her knees, so that I can see those lovely aquamarine eyes staring up at me with devotion and awe.

Her cunt fully yielded to me three orgasms ago. She’s tight, but her body surrendered to my will.

I lick my lips and taste her delicious arousal, all that wet desire just for me.

It’s her turn now.

I keep one arm braced around her lower back to support her as I rise, then lift my free hand to undo the knot that keeps her wrists bound above her head. She sags against me, her muscles weak and shaking after the long period of erotic torment.

I ease her down, guiding her to her knees. She sways slightly, like she’s drunk on the pleasure I’ve drawn from her lovely body.

I touch two fingers beneath her chin, and her perfect posture immediately straightens her shoulders. Her back arches slightly, putting her modest, pert breasts on display for me. Her pink nipples are pretty little buds, and I wonder how sensitive they are.

That exploration will have to wait for another time. I’ve barely begun to learn the secrets of her body, even if I already know her hidden, dark fantasies from our late-night messages.

Abigail is my perfect match.

And now, she’s all mine.

She walked right into her cage when she signed the contract to be my submissive. There’s no going back now.

I reach into my pocket and retrieve the collar I purchased for her weeks ago. One way or another, this was always going to end up locked around her pretty throat.

But my pet is proving to be sweetly docile. It’s almost a shame she’s not putting up more of a fight.

I blink once so that she can’t see the dark thought in my eyes. She’s staring up at me with that wide, guileless gaze, and I fear she might see straight into me if I don’t keep my new, surging emotions in check.

I want Abigail to feel safe with me. The fact that she’s willingly placing her trust in me makes something throb deep in the center of my chest. It’s almost a painful sensation, but I decide that I like it. I want more of this.

“Lift your hair for me,” I command.

I don’t wait or ask for her permission to collar her. She’s already agreed to this with her signature on the contract. Only a single word can stop what’s happening between us, and I won’t do anything that might push her to use it.

The black collar is a thin, midnight band of leather against her creamy skin. The rose gold ring at the front brings out the soft pink hues in her complexion. The matching buckle at her nape has a small ring that punches through the leather, and I deftly loop the delicate padlock through it. The soft click of the lock engaging draws the most delicious shiver from her, and her hair cascades from her fingers in sable waves.

I find the purple one and curve it around my finger. The gesture is calming in a way I’ve never known before. I smooth the vibrant locks into one perfect, loose curl that falls over her left breast, brushing her tight nipple. The rich amethyst shade against the pink bud is the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.

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