Page 142 of Risks of Temptation
"No."
"Wrap it around your fist."
"What?"
She swirls her finger on my chest, and tingles race down to my pants. "Don't sound shocked. Do it."
I twirl her ponytail around my fist. "Now what, ma belle?"
"Tug."
I gently obey her and dip down to her lips. "Is this what you want me to do tonight?"
Her blue eyes heat. "Yes. But I want your name staring at you on my neck when you do it." She grabs my crotch. "I think your cock wants it, too."
"I'm hard from how sexy you look."
She arches her eyebrows. "If you hold my hair like this and I suck you, do you think you'll come harder if I'm wearing your name, reminding you I'm your property?"
"Jesus," I mutter.
"Put it on me, Malin."
"It's not necessary," I try again, but even my voice comes out unconvincingly.
She smirks. "Stop fighting this. You promised me."
I inhale deeply. "This is what you want?"
"Yes."
My pulse beats in my neck. She traces her fingers over it then hands me the collar and spins.
I move her hair over her shoulder and secure the collar on her neck. I remove the chain and toss it on the bed.
She turns. "Put that back on."
"No."
She reaches for it, but I grab it and stick it in my pocket.
"It's off for the night."
"Malin—"
"Why don't you practice submitting and do it now?"
She glares.
I reach around and wrap her hair around my fist again then tilt her head up. I brush my lips on hers. "Wearing your hair like this was a good idea. I'm going to make sure you understand how much I like it tonight."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmm."
"Malin, let's go," Gustave yells.
I kiss her quickly then release her. "Don't leave my side tonight."
