Page 28 of Christmas With The Kings
I nodded. “Go on. The suspense is killing me. Open it.”
She did. A small gasp slipped from her lips. Inside sat a choker collar. It had two bands of soft, supple leather, joined in the front by a delicate silver infinity charm. It was elegant, and there was not a hint of anything scary in it. There was no lock, no tag, no leash.
Just a promise.
“I know you’re not ready for the collar I want to give you someday,” I said, stepping closer. “So this…this is for now. I think you’re ready. You, of course, can say no with no repercussions. If you don’t, then I will require you wear it on my days. You can take it off when you dance with Pasha.”
Her fingers shook as she touched the charm, eyes shimmering like she was afraid to blink and wake up. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
My chest loosened. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed her to want it even on some small, basic level. In her heart, I knew she understood that this wasn’t strictly about possession, not really. This was about belonging. Her to me and me to her.
“Will you put it on me, Master?” she asked, her voice small, but sure.
That was the moment that fucking broke me. She turned over, her movement sensual and fluid. She knelt, legs folded beneath her, spine straight, arms falling to her sides. She presented her back to me as if all of this was second nature.
My hands trembled as I lifted the collar and fastened it around her neck. The cool leather kissed her skin, and I paused, fingers lingering beneath her pulse point—where I’d left a mark earlier with my mouth.
Her heartbeat stuttered under my touch.
“It’s a reminder,” I murmured, lowering my mouth to her ear. “You’re mine. Always.”
She exhaled a shaky breath.
“Now turn around,” I said hoarsely. “Let me see what belongs to me.”
She obeyed, making each move something I would remember forever. As if this were a ceremony. Because she fucking understood how important it was to me—how much I craved her commitment to me. To us.
The collar sat perfectly against her neck, the silver charm catching the light. She reached up to trace it with her fingertips. Our eyes met. And the soft reflection staring back wrecked me.
It cracked something wide open, causing a current to race through my body. My chest ached with the weight of awe. Of her surrender and the fucking love and trust she had handed me to protect.
I cupped her jaw, pulled her forward, and kissed her with such tenderness that she sobbed into me. Pushing her back on the bed, I called her name to get her attention.
“Yes, Master?” she gulped as our eyes locked.
“You know I love you, right?” I spread her thighs with my knees, stroking my cock as her eyes locked in on the motion. “Kitten,” I called, biting backthe laughter wanting to spill forth and ruin the moment I was going for. “Answer my question.”
“Yes, Master. I know you love me. Why do you ask?”
I placed my cock at her entrance. “Because I need to fuck andchokeyou like I don’t.” I entered her in one swift, powerful thrust.
She cried out loudly, arching her back at the sudden intrusion. I growled at the tight feel of my girl’s hot, wet pussy. She was fucking made for me. I grabbed her hands and intertwined our fingers, pinning her arms above her head.
I held still, reveling in the fact that she was wrapped around me. Then the pressure of need low in my stomach and back won out. I thrust into her. She hissed as I fucked her. I could barely hear it though, over the sounds of my own groans. Having come four times, she was orgasm-tight, and something about that drove me wild.
My eyes rolled back as I established a brutal pace. With long, forceful, merciless thrusts, I fucked her tiny body. I pressed forward until there was no fucking space between us—my chest dragged against her nipples, adding to the sensation. With each pump into her, she clenched tight on the withdrawal, trying to keep me seated.
I increased the pounding, feeling her wince and cry out. Tears glistened in her eyes, making me feral. My hand shot out, and I grabbed one of the strands of leather and yanked as I sank into her soft heat, feeling like I had died and gone to heaven. Her pussy clenched me, her eyes rolled back and nails dug into my shoulder.
Unable to force out a full scream, she made a choked sound that came out on a sob. She came like the good girl she was, tightening so hard around me, I couldn’t stop. I released my grip on the choker as another round of convulsions gripped my dick.
Over the edge I went, roaring her name as pleasure overtook me. I came so fucking hard, it hurt. Heaving, I lay over her, spent. She wrapped herself around me. My face rested in the crook of her neck, trying to hide the well of tears that came to my eyes.
Her fingers combed through my hair, massaging my head in that way that screamed loved. Something as simple as her touch was bliss.
“Happy Christmas, kitten,” I whispered.
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