Page 91 of Stripping the Sub
Really, he hadn’t done anything but tie her up and her pussy was throbbing eagerly, her nipples hardened into little buds, and she was sure she could feel wetness trickling down from her folds into the crease of her ass.
“So does this mean the vanilla sex is over?” she asked hopefully.
Michael laughed. “Probably not entirely, sweetheart. I intend to use you hard enough that sometimes you won’t want anything more than vanilla sex.” Thinking back on some of the scenes they’d done in the past at Stronghold, Ellie could believe it. The ache he’d leave behind during the scenes would be more than enough pain to make more vanilla sex still very satisfying. She didn’t want a beatingeverynight after all. Michael’s eyes swept over her, gauging her reactions. “What color are you, pretty girl?”
“Green.” Ellie frowned at him, wondering why he was already asking for her color when he hadn’t done anything more than tie her up. “Were you really expecting another answer?”
His fingers reached down to trail over her stomach as he raised his eyebrows at her sassiness. “I wasn’t sure, since we haven’t done anything particularly kinky outside of the club.”
Right. Mingling what they’d been doing the past few weeks with what they’d been doing before… she could see why he was a bit worried it would trigger something. But she felt perfectly safe here in his apartment.
“I trust you.”
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Three simple words, which meant almost as much to him as the three words she’d uttered last night. It was easier to trust people when she was in Stronghold, where there were protocols, Dungeon Monitors, and her friends. Now she was alone with him, cuffed and strapped down, completely physically helpless, and it hadn’t even occurred to her to be worried. It was a beautiful moment of submission, made all the more meaningful by the open way she was looking up at him, waiting for his next move.
“Thank you for your trust, sweetheart,” he said softly, moving his hand up from her soft stomach to play with her breast, teasing the hardened bud of her nipple. He pinched her nipple and she moaned in happy arousal, squirming on the bench. Michael grinned. Leaning forward, he took her lips in a long, hard kiss, still fondling her breast, as he kissed her breathless. Then he pulled away and looked down at her naked body.
Time to decorate his pretty girl.
“I have a present for you, but you don’t have to accept it right now.”
“A present?” She sounded confused, her arms automatically jerking as if to come down and take whatever it was he wanted to give her.
Michael held back his laughter as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the short silver chain. It was made up of tiny silver links, each decorated with a dark, red garnet, shimmering and sparkling in the light. He held it up and Ellie’s eyes went wide.
“We’ll use your play collar until you’re ready for this, but I’m going to start offering it every time we play. There’s no pressure to say yes, but I will keep asking until you do say either yes or no.”
“Yes.”
He froze as his hand had started to lower away. “What?”
A little smile curved her lips, almost mischievous. “Yes.”
“This is more than just a play collar,” Michael said, frowning down at her even as hope made his heart pound in his chest. “If I collar you with this, you’re mine, Ellie. Real relationship, period, full stop.”
She pursed her lips, pretending she was thinking, and answered again before he could call her on it. “Still yes.”
His hands moved down to place it around her neck. “Once I secure the clasp, that’s it. Getting rid of me is going to be three times as hard. I won’t back off, I won’t let you run away, I’ll chase after you until you at least talk to me and tell me why.”
This time when she met his eyes, her gaze and expression were completely serious. Open. Tender. “Still yes, Michael. I actually talked to Dr. Amy about this a few days ago. I want this with you. I’m ready. I’m not saying I won’t still need help with some of my insecurities and anxieties, but… I think I’ll feel more secure when I’m wearing your collar and have a physical reminder that I’m definitely yours.”
“Oh, you’re definitely mine,” he said, possessiveness surging through him. “And now everyone’s going to know it.”
When the clasp locked into place, all he could do was stare. He kind of wanted to pinch himself again, because this felt too good to be true.
“Are you okay?” she asked, trying to reach for him before the restraints stopped her.
Michael placed his hand on her chest and slid it up to just underneath the collar now adorning her neck. “You know how you say there are times when you think what’s happening can’t possibly be real and you’re scared because you think it’s all about to go wrong?”
Her eyes looked a little watery. “Yes,” she whispered.
“That’s how I feel right now.” The moment stretched between them, far too intimate, and he felt like he’d just exposed himself… but all she did was smile up at him. Joyous. Compassionate. Understanding. Michael slid his hand down to her breast. The collar he’d just put on her declared to the world she was his, but now he was truly going to claim her, in every way.
Seal the deal, so to speak.
“You look lovely,” he said, his voice full of emotion as he caressed her. He cleared his throat, as Ellie beamed at him, looking completely content. Serenely submissive. “I have a few more items to decorate you with though.” Her eyes lit up.
