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“I need to be in your bed,” she replied. No need to leave him out on a limb all by himself. He was her support, she could lend acceptance.

“In public, I’ll expect you to go toe-to-toe with me just as you always have. In private, especially in the bedroom, you will regard me as Master. You will defer to me.”

“Yes,” she gasped as he jabbed his fingers in and out.

“Still, in public, you will never forget who you belong to even if our relationship isn’t made public.”

She nodded barely able to think over the sensations rioting through her. What did he mean, their relationship wouldn’t be public. Wouldn’t he claim her in any way that people could see?

“You’ll let me choose what you wear, if I decide to.”

“Will you wear your leather pants, then?” she asked.

“Only at home.” He rose over her and knelt between her legs to further their negotiations. “You’ll still make plans, be with your friends and family, but you will check with me first.”

That sounded normal. She nodded her understanding. She fell back on her elbows.

The muscles in her belly rippled as she listened to his guidelines for their relationship.

How was it possible she already wanted him in her again?

“My family will of course know what you are to me but you will not discuss the full nature of our relationship with anyone unless I give you permission.” 90

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Jessica bit her lip and Ryan softened his tone. “At all times you will remember you’re mine. You will not behave as you did today. I will have your complete devotion.

The world
will
know you’re mine, even if they don’t know the extent.”
No problem.
She almost smiled. She lowered her gaze to where he’d spread her wide. The lips of her pussy glistened with her slippery juices. “Yes, Master.” He blew out a breath. “One last thing… Be very clear on this. I’m not asking you to be a mindless sycophant. You are an exceptional and extraordinary woman. I don’t want to change that about you. You’ll always be the friction that drives me farther at work. Even when we’re alone, I’ll want your opinion. I’ll expect discussion and for you to speak your mind even if you don’t think I’ll agree with your conclusions—outside the bedroom. In the bedroom, I will always be your master.” She glanced around, refraining from raising her eyebrows. “Bedroom” was apparently a situational term for him. This was far from a bedroom still there was no doubt who was in charge.

She pushed anyway.

“And if my opinion is this?” She pulled away from his hand and turned to her knees, ass in the air and shoulders to the carpet. She swayed, tempting him. Eyes half-closed, she glided her finger across her clit. Ryan’s nostrils flared and he dived on her, impaling her with one solid thrust.

“You’re aware you’ll be punished when we get home?” he rasped bending over her.

She sure hoped so.

He dragged the cool metal collar between her shoulder blades, letting the wide clasp scrap lightly over her spine. Drawing back, he smacked the links across her ass.

Jessica yelped.

“Yes, Master.”
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me until I can’t walk straight. Yes.

Reaching between them, he coated his fingers with her cream and smeared it across her anus. She trembled, waiting for what she knew was coming. The slight pain and, oh, 91

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so much pleasure. She’d protested before that she wanted him like this too. Claiming every part of her.

The wide knob of his cock prodded at the entrance. She relaxed, letting him plunge in until he’d slid to the hilt. She winced at the pull on her inexperienced muscles. Still, this was easier than she’d thought.

“You’re so tight,” he grunted. He plowed in and out in shallow digs, resuming his finger-fuck of her cunt. Filled, Jessica bucked, crying for her release, begging. When it came, she fell to the floor blanketed by the man she loved. How did she get so lucky to end up in his dungeon and to end up as his?

It was all so much to comprehend. He made his proposal sound so much like a marriage between a loving couple. She wasn’t fooled into believing that was what he wanted. He wasn’t looking for permanent. A collar was removable. Even now, she knew she’d crumble when he removed it. He’d shown her she was strong. Alone, she wasn’t so much. He strengthened her. What she sensed between them was more than last night. It was more than today. This had been building for over a year.

Ryan knew her.

And she knew him.

In the past year, he’d had women. None had lasted longer than three months. She thought of what she felt for him and wondered if those other women had been devastated.

She eyed the collar. She’d never seen any of them wear it, or anything like it. Was this new for Ryan? Hadn’t he ever offered his possession to another before? He must have.

Ryan got up and disposed of the condom, then slipped on his pants. He draped his coat around her again, then sat on the floor, leaning against the chair. Roughly, he pulled her to him. “You’re naughty to distract me. I can’t stop wanting you. I want to possess you and know you’re mine for my pleasure.” She glanced at the gold chain beside them.

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“For how long?” she blurted.

“Forever.”

She blinked in surprise and turned to face him. “Not just a few months?”

“No. Is that all you want?”

Was that a faint tinge of hurt in his voice? “Of course not!” Forever? As his slave, taking his instruction, receiving his punishments, sharing his pleasure? Tough gig. She almost chortled as happiness bubbled inside her. She needed him as her master. She needed to be his slave. She’d soothe the need and emptiness inside him in a way only she could. And he’d keep her from letting control overwhelm her ever again.

Jessica met his eyes. “I love you.”

She lifted her hair in silent answer to the growing plea in his gaze and the tension vibrating from him. His triumphant smile filled her. “Mine.” He slipped the collar around her neck and it snapped shut with a distinct click that shot a shiver down her spine.
His.

“Well done, my love.” Gently he kissed her, worshiping at her mouth, reminding her that she was indeed his treasure and he’d guard her and care for her always. As he saw fit. She could trust him and give him her control.

Sitting back, he looped his finger through the necklace and pulled her forward. “I love you too. Now… On. Your. Knees.”

Her new favorite phrase.

She was tired from their exuberant activities but it didn’t slow the excitement that rushed over her. She hurried to comply. Pleasure waited moments away. She was ready for it, ready for whatever life with this man brought her. Ready to be his.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four