Page 69 of Depraved
I’ve never wanted to hear her say yes, so much in my life.
I step inside the walk-in closet and lean against the frame, watching Sarah slink the white dress down over her body, her hips giving a shimmy as she does. The dress is completely backless, dipping down dangerously low. It hugs her curves all the way down to the ground.
I like her in white. I grabbed this dress the same day I bought the red one. But not even my imagination did her justice.
There’s a slit that leads up to the top of her thigh, and it makes me think how easy it’ll be to slip my hand inside the dress to her pussy. My fingers itch to try it out, but I have another mission, and it’s weighing on me like an unkeepable secret.
I walk inside, setting the large black velvet jewelry box down on top of the cherrywood valet that takes up room in the middle of the closet.
“Let me help.” I come up behind her and take the small straps that fasten around her neck.
My hands run down her bare arms when I finish, enjoying the feel of her, and I press a kiss to her shoulder.
“Thank you,” she says, turning and smiling. “Is this a thing now? You buying me a dress every day?”
I grin, taking a step backward to grab the box. “No. The dress isn’t the fun part.”
“What’s in the box?” She slyly tries to peek around me as I hold it behind my back.
“Something non-negotiable,” I answer, furrowing my brow.
She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at me with a serious face. “I can’t agree to that until I see what’s in the box. You’re a fucking tyrant, and I’m not an idiot.”
I laugh and nod my head. “I agree. But hear me out?”
“Okay,” she agrees, suspicion all over her face.
“When we’re at home or in the world, it can be your choice.” I bring the box to the front. “But when we’re at Church, this stays on you. Without question and hopefully with pride.”
I tap the box hesitantly before lifting the lid. Her eyes grow wide as her fingers dart out to touch the diamond-encrusted choker and matching wrist cuffs that shine in her eyes.
“They’re gorgeous… Are they…” she whispers, stopping before she finishes, so I say it for her.
“They’re real.” I wink. “I thought it was elegant and beautiful, but not in a flashy way. It’s unexpected. Like you.”
She steps in close, poring over the pieces. Her hand runs over the sparkly extravagance but pulls away as her eyes shift back to mine, the realization setting in.
Sarah’s hand travels to her throat as her eyes lock to mine. “It isn’t just jewelry, though. Is it?”
“It can be, but not at Church. There, it would be your collar”—a spark in her eyes makes me hopeful as I continue—“and the wrist cuffs have been made with a reinforced metal, so I can hook them up to the chains downstairs.”
Her tongue runs over her plump bottom lip as she drags it between her teeth. “You want to own me.”
The way she says it, so matter-of-fact, without judgment or disregard—it makes my dick jump. Because hell yes I want to own her and fuck her…and love her.
I’d lock her down in my fucking house for life if I thought I could get away with it.
“Do you want me to own you?” I ask, tilting my head, watching the way her chest is rising up and down. “I know you like when we play, Billy. You like when I dominate. When I allow you the space to be vulnerable. I want that. Not all the time, not in our day-to-day life, but wearing this just means that others who play won’t cross the line… Think of yourself as a walking lifesaver. Because there’s nothing I hate more than someone trying to take what’s mine.”
Those gorgeous blue eyes lift to mine, and I see my answer. A smile grows across my lips, wanting to hear her say it.
“Answer me with your words, Sarah. Do you want to belong to me?”
“Yes,” she breathes like it’s the first breath she’s ever taken.
I turn and set the box down, taking out the bracelets first. When I turn back, she’s biting her bottom lip with her arms extended in front of her, wrists up.
“Good girl,” I growl, wanting to fuck her on the spot.
