Page 144 of Stolen Voices
Fighting the smile that wants to split my face, I nod and slide my hands down her back to cup her ass. I’m still worried about any lingering pain she might experience, so I keep my grip light. “I am.”
“As I was saying, I heard them talking and it got me really curious. Not in going to the club, but in the lifestyle, I guess. So, I went down the internet rabbit hole, learning about kinks, S&M, Doms vs. subs…”
“What did you think about it?”
Callie shrugs at my question, but I can see a multitude of emotions and thoughts flit across her face. Curiosity, lust, fear. I don’t think she realizes, but she has very expressive eyes.
“I don’t know. It’s interesting. But I’m not into the whole pain thing.” She bites her lip and worries her fingers nervously through my hair.
“That’s only a small part of the lifestyle, and to be clear, neither am I.” I would never hurt Callie. The thought of inflicting any type of pain on the woman I love makes me sick to my stomach.
My thing isn’t the S&M aspect of a Dom/sub relationship; it’s the control. Being in control of my partner’s pleasure gets me off. Edging, telling my partner what to do in bed, the sexual exchange of power… It’s fucking hot.
“You’re not?” she whispers.
I slide Callie forward, pressing her heat over my cock. “Hell no. I never want to hurt you, princess. I want to worship you.”
My girl’s worry dissolves like her body does in my arms. “Worship me, huh?”
“All. Night. Long.” I nip at her lip then lick the spot with my tongue.
“So, then you’re not a Master/servant or bondage Dom?”
I smirk at her. She really did her homework.
I shake my head. “No. The proper term would be Dominant lover. Do you know what that means?”
She shakes her head, but the way she leans forward, rubbing her tits against my chest, lets me know she’s intrigued.
“It means I get off on being the sole person providing your sexual pleasure and gratification. You will be mine to dominate in the bedroom. I will control all of your orgasms—how you get them, when you get them, how many you receive.”
Callie’s thighs spasm, and the heat between her legs turns into an inferno.
“If I wear the necklace, does it mean I’m your sub?”
“It can mean whatever you want it to mean.” When I bought the necklace, the only thing I had in mind was to show Callie how devoted I am to her. To us.
“Can you tell me what it means? How would you define our relationship?” she asks, her voice soft, timid, vulnerable.
I love this side of her, when her walls are down and her heart is open. She’s so used to having to wear armor to protect herself, to keep everyone out in fear of consequences, but she doesn’t have to worry anymore. I’ve got her. She will never have to fight alone again.
The necklace represents my love and support. Callie is in her own stratosphere. She’s on the cusp of her career, and I will never take that away from her. I meant it when I said I will support her, no questions asked.
“It means you’re mine, princess. I don’t share. Ever. In the bedroom, I’m in charge. I will fuck you whenever and however I want.”
Callie moans low in her throat.
I lick a line up her neck, press my lips to her pulse point, and gently suck. “When we’re not in the bedroom, I’m just Eli and you’re just Callie. We’re a team. I’m going to take care of you at all costs. Sometimes, that means letting me take the lead. Other times, I’m going to stand at your side, supporting you, or behind you, lifting you up.”
“If I’m yours, would you be mine?”
“What part of ‘I’m obsessed with you’ did you not understand?” I grip her throat and gently squeeze. Her heartbeat flutters in her veins under my thumb.
“Elijiah,” she whimpers my name as her eyes shine in desperate need of an answer. This is unfamiliar territory for her too, and as badly as I need the words, so does she.
“I’m already yours, Calliope.”
“Will you put it on me?”
