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Cum—hot, fast, thick cum—filled her hole. I juddered as she pushed back onto me some more.

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” she shouted, snapping her eyes open to look at me.

I jerked and
spasmed behind her, rearing my torso back, letting her nipple go so I could hold her at the hips and give myself better purchase. It felt as though I was never going to stop coming, my cock belting it out, my balls finding more when they’d emptied. My head swirled, and Zara’s reflection became blurred. I was heading for that place where I wouldn’t know my own name so blinked and shook my head to clear it of fuzziness, riding out my orgasm as she rode out hers.

“You win, Sir
,” she panted.

I slowed my speed, unable to speak due to being short of breath, then stopped completely to curl my body over hers and hold her for a second with my cheek on her back, both of us staring into the mirror.

“We both won,” I managed to say. “We both got what we wanted.”

I lifted off her, pulling out at the same time, taking her hand then guiding her over to the bed. I urged her onto it and joined her there, pressing up beside her and drawing her into my arms. She flung one arm across my belly, and we laid there for what seemed like a long time, just breathing, just being together.

“You can lick that cum off your lip now, sub,” I said.

“Thank you, Sir.”
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and fluttered her eyes shut for a moment.

I smiled and stared across at the dresser where she’d emptied some of her toys and spotted that dog collar I’d put on her in Geoffrey’s summerhouse.
The one she’d used to hide the bite mark on her neck.

Collar was also the first word she had shouted out.

I had an idea.

One that might banish
the very first of her shed memories.

“I really can’t believe it’s nearly time to go,” I said, packing my toys away,
and glancing at Victor as he hovered by our room door. “What are you
doing
over there? Room service won’t come any quicker if you hang around, you know.”

“I know it won’t. I was just thinking, that’s all.”

“What, thinking and looking like you’ve got something horrible to tell me?”

My stomach churned, and I told myself that I
’d refuse to entertain any more thoughts this morning of him announcing that he’d made a mistake about us. I’d stupidly gone down that road in the shower earlier, getting myself into a quite a panic about it. I supposed it was because the weekend was over, we had to leave the hotel in around an hour and travel all the way home—all the way home to
normality
. To announcing that we were a couple. That’s why I’d let doubts creep in. Victor telling people I was the love of his life would be embarrassing for him, surely.

Stop that. I’m acting like he hasn’t taught me a damn thing. I
am
worthy of him, I know that now, I just need to get used to it, fully accept it.

“Something horrible to tell you?” he asked, frowning and coming over to stand beside me.

He took my chin between thumb and finger. Pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard and deep, yanking me to him in a very Masterly way and holding me tight so I couldn’t break free even if I tried. He drew his mouth from my lips and touched his forehead to mine.

“Far from it,” he said. “There’s something I forgot to get, that’s all. And I was just wondering if I had time to nip out and buy it.”

Relief soughed through me. “What the bloody hell could you possibly want to buy that you can’t get back in London?” I paused, then said, “Oh, please don’t tell me it’s hash or something like that. I really don’t fancy any marijuana-induced sessions with you. It isn’t my scene.” I was joking about him buying it, of course I was, but it was worth checking.

He laughed, throwing his head back then touching his brow to mine again. “No, nothing like that. It’s something special. I thought about it last night while we were drifting to sleep, that it might be nice to have it from here. You know, where such special things happened. Important things.”

“I see.” God, he was such a thoughtful man, and now my mind was going ten to the dozen with me working out what he intended to buy. I couldn’t think, and I wasn’t sure, what with not being knowledgeable about this place, whether the shops would even be open this early. “Is it a surprise or are you going to let me in on this little purchase of yours?”

“A surprise,” he said, “and no, if I let you in on it, it’ll spoil the other surprise I have in mind.”

I smiled and trailed one finger up the front of his red polo shirt to his bottom lip. I brushed over it, slowly, and he dashed his tongue out to lick it then suck it into his mouth. My cunt clenched—nothing unusual there—and although I wanted a very quick quickie, our breakfast was due any minute and then we’d have to go and catch the private plane he’d organised.

“How long do you need?” I asked.

“Five minutes, especially if that little market is on again. I’m sure I saw what I need there. I should have picked it up then but it slipped my mind.”

“Then go—and bloody hurry up. Your breakfast just might make it into my stomach while you’re gone. I’m so hungry this morning.”

“You wouldn’t,” he said.

“Don’t be so sure. Now go on.” I gave him a little shove, admiring the bulge of his cock and balls in the light-blue denims he sported. “And it’s just as well you’re
going out. I might be able to find my collar while you’re gone, without you as a distraction. I swear it was on the dresser last night, but I looked for it this morning and it wasn’t there.”

“Oh, bugger. I’m sure it’ll turn up.” He turned quickly and headed for the door, opening it then calling out as it was closing, “Back in a few!”

I waited for the door to click shut before resuming my search. I couldn’t leave here without it but knew if it meant missing our transport I’d have to. Perhaps, if I came up empty after scouring the room again, I could ask at reception for them to keep an eye out, give them some sob story about it belonging to my dog and that I took it with me while I was away from him so I didn’t miss him quite so much.

No, that wasn’t who I was anymore. I didn’t have to lie or manipulate to get what I wanted. I’d just tell whoever was at the desk, calm as you like, that I’d lost a dog collar and could they forward it to me if I left enough money for the postage. Who gave a shit what they thought?

I got on my hands and knees to take one more look under the huge bed. All that resided there was fluffy carpet. I got back up and went over to the dresser. The surface was clear, and I frowned, casting my mind back to the last time I’d seen it. I remembered catching sight of it in the mirror reflection as Victor had paddled my backside. After that, things had got a bit intense, and by the time I’d licked his cum off my bottom lip in bed I’d zonked out.

“Shit!”

I took hold of the dresser by two of the end corners and sidled it across the carpet so it jutted out at a right angle. I peered down the back, fully expecting it to be there, a bubble of excitement brewing as I anticipated spying it and reaching down to pick it up.

It wasn’t there.

Absurdly, I wanted to cry. Oh, I knew why I was emotional about the damn thing, and normally, losing it wouldn’t have bothered me at all, but it truly meant something to me, that collar, and I
needed
it.

“Where the
hell
is it?” I said, angry as I shoved the dresser back against the wall, narrowly missing trapping my fingers.

I got on my hands and knees
again to check beneath it, knowing it wasn’t there either because I’d looked a little earlier. Heat rushed to my face—yes, I was going to get thoroughly annoyed in a minute—and I stood, stomping back to the bed to empty my bag onto it and sift through all the toys again. There was no glint from the light as it caught the silver ring. No arc of leather poking out from between the paraphernalia that sat in a heap of so many things that meant something to me but not as much as that damn collar. I grabbed everything up in handfuls and stuffed them back into my bag, then moved to the bathroom to check there, going as far as to kneel beside the toilet to see if it had, by some weird twist of fate, made it there.

“And what the fuck would it be doing behind the pedestal anyway?” I muttered, getting up and battling the feelings of panic slowly creeping over me.

Collars were so important, so bloody special, this one more so to me than any other item I owned. It signified not only my love for Victor but the amazing journey he had taken with me, and his guidance in being there to encourage me to become who I really was. It was my past, my present and my future, and, although another collar would work just as well—another collar that looked exactly the same—it wouldn’t be right.

I admitted defeat and went back into the bedroom, dropping my backside onto the bed then getting straight back up again when there was a knock on the door. Thinking Victor had forgotten his
keycard, I swung the door open only to stare at an Italian man standing behind a room service trolley. Not wanting to be rude—I had new rules about that—but not wanting to engage in conversation with him either, I nodded my thanks at him, dashed over to the bed and my handbag while he pushed our breakfast inside, pulled out some euros and handed them to him. He left with a big smile, and I peeked under the silver plate domes to check what we’d ordered was actually correct. Of course, it was. A place like this didn’t get something like that wrong.

I waited on the bed for Victor, who arrived soon after the door had closed on the waiter. He breezed in with that look about him only being out in the cool open air can give you, and came to sit beside me
dropping a small shopping bag on the floor between his feet, the top tightly rolled over to hide the contents.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I still can’t find the collar. I might sound mad, Victor, but I need it. I don’t want to leave without it.”

I glanced across at him. Was that a guilty look I caught there before he quickly masked it? No, it couldn’t have been. What would he have to feel guilty about?

“It’ll turn up, I promise,” he said, gathering me close to his side. “We’ll let reception know it’s missing, all right, and they can send it on if they find it.”

“I want to check your bag. Maybe you put it in yours by mistake.” I felt so foolish, so pushy, but it would be exactly the same for someone else had they lost a wedding or engagement ring. It was too precious to give up on so easily.

“All right,” he said, getting up and collecting his packed bag from beside the door. He came back to the bed and placed it on top. “But I’m sure I’d have known if I’d picked it up and put it in.”

I thought back to when we’d first got up. “You put your pile of dirty washing on that dresser before your shower. You might have scooped it up then.” My heart pattered hard—hope was brewing in my chest.

He unzipped the bag and shook everything out. And oh my God, there was my collar, in amongst a couple of Victor’s tops and a pair of his jeans. I shrieked, seizing it and holding it up to my face, so desperately relieved to see it again.

I smiled so wide it hurt my cheeks. “I have it!”

“Bloody hell, I’m so sorry about that,” he said, popping his things inside his bag again, his cheeks a little red.

“It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t matter how it got there now I have it back.”

And it didn’t. It didn’t matter at all.

“Did you find what
you
needed?” I asked, putting the collar on my lap but not letting it go.

“Oh, yes, I did.” He bent down to scoop up his shopping bag, putting it inside his other one then holding his hand out. “I think you’ll love it. Now, let me put that collar back in my bag. We’ll both know it’s in there so there’ll be no need to worry over it now.”

I was reluctant to hand it over but did, watching closely as he put it in his bag and zipped it up tight. He put our luggage by the door then went to the trolley, pushing it towards the bed. He sat and glanced at his watch.

“We really ought to get a move on,” he said, lifting the domes and smiling at the sight of smoked salmon, scrambled eggs and a pile of toast. “Shall I butter for you or are you going to be Miss Independent and want to do it yourself?”

“Oh, I’ll do it,” I said, rolling my eyes. “After all, I need to get in a bit of practice in the kitchen, don’t I?”

We laughed, and while I sorted the food, Victor poured himself tea and me coffee. We ate and drank in companionable silence, and I wondered what he was thinking about. I smiled at the thought of him going through this weekend in his head.

I swallowed a bite of toast. “Is your arse sore?”

“Fuck, yes.” He grinned. “Yours?”

“Oh, yeah. But it was worth it—always is.”

“Everything with you is worth it.”

I smiled, giving him a little nudge with my elbow. “You’re such a charmer. Let’s hope that charm still works on Mary when we get back, otherwise your working life is going to be hell.”

“I’m going to sound a bastard here, but if she gives me any hassle, she can do one. I’m not interested in pandering to her anymore. You’re the only one I want to make happy these days.” He reached across to swipe his thumb across my cheek. “You had butter there.” He licked it off.