Page 91 of Taming Her

“I know I hurt you back then, I hurt a lot of people, but I’m not that person anymore.”

“And neither am I.”

“I know.” She shook her head, smiled. “You’ve damn well proven that. I thought I knew you, thought I was falling for you and truth is, that scared the hell out of me. Everyone else I’ve loved, well, my parents, that is, have deserted me.”

“I won’t desert you, I promise.” He paused. “And I was a boy then, a teen, now I’m a man.” He huffed. “But you know that.”

“A man who has been brave enough to deny me what I thought I wanted.”

“I denied you for your own good. And once you have this collar on, you know full well I’ll continue looking out for your best interest and keep you in line.”

She studied the collar. Now that she knew what it meant to Griff, she saw it with fresh eyes. Once she agreed to wear it, their relationship would be cemented. More than girlfriend and boyfriend, they really would be dom and sub.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I will wear it. I want to, and I understand what it means.” She scooped her hair up. “Put it on, Sir.”

He smiled and his eyes narrowed. “You promise me your obedience and entrust me with your pleasure?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He slid it around her neck, then carefully fastened the buckle. “You’re my everything,” he said. “We’re going to be so damn good together.”

“I know.” She grinned.

A loud beep and a cheer rang out.

Ava glanced out of the window. “Oh, look, they’re leaving.”

A crowd had gathered. Sandy and Ted were climbing into the car.

“Good, that means we don’t have to show our faces again.” He stroked the collar, his attention not leaving her.

Sandy got into the car, the doors slammed, and the engine revved.

“I like how this looks on you,” he whispered.

She turned to him. His pupils were wide and dark. “How much do you like it?”

He took her hand and pressed it to his groin. “This much.”

She snatched in a breath. He was so damn hard.

“And now it’s time to really seal the deal.” He grabbed her and moved to the right of the window, backed her up against a dressing table.

His mouth went down on hers and she groaned and clasped his shoulders.

He was busy yanking up her silky dress; when he got it over her ass he lifted her up and plonked her on the table.

“Griff. I need you.”

“You’ve got me.” He stepped between her legs, undoing his buckle and then drawing his zipper down.

She helped him, and when his hot cock sprang free she encased it in her palm.

He groaned and kissed her again, shoving her thong out of the way.

The longing inside Ava had her heart rate rattling along and her pussy dampening. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tilted her hips, and opened herself for him.

He took full advantage, arrowing his cock at her entrance and clasping her lower back. With his other hand he braced them against the wall.

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