At His Insistence(7)

His hands clenched my ass hard, and he moaned against my skin. His erection jumped inside of me, and I knew he was cumming, filling me with his hot seed. For a moment, I wished we didn't have the condom between us, but the thought flickered away as another convulsion took me, making my eyes roll back in my head.

His bites turned to kisses as he held me close, thrusting in one last, slow time before finally pulling out. He crushed me to him as he undid my restraints, then lowered my feet gently to the floor. My legs felt like they might fail, and I leaned against him, smiling and exhausted.

"Oh, Isa," he said, and kissed my hair. "Please tell me you'll be mine. Tell me you really have changed your mind?"

I nodded, and pulled back so I could look into his eyes. "I trust you, Sir …  I'll be yours."

He swept me into his arms, kissing me tenderly in a way that made my toes curl all over again. When he broke away and moved toward the shelves, I knew what was coming next. He brought me the box containing the two collars and opened it, offering it to me once again.

I reached in and took the leather one, rolling it over in my fingers. It was soft, but strong. Just like me, I thought, and smiled at the notion. He helped me buckle it on, then led me to a mirror on one side of the room. We stood side by side, him with his suit pants still on, me with my br**sts bursting out of my bra, and his collar around my neck. I ran my fingers over it, admiring the way it looked. The way it fit.

The way it made me feel.

"I'm really yours," I said softly, and he nodded beside me.

"Isabeau, you have no idea what kind of things I have in store for you. We'll begin your training tomorrow, in the office."

"My training?" My eyes widened, but I had to admit, I liked the sound of that.

He ran his fingers over the tops of my br**sts, his green eyes boring into mine, even in our reflection.

"Oh yes. Every submissive needs training. How else will you know how to please me?"

I shivered beneath that stare. Training at his hand …  and in the office, no less!

"I think I'm going to enjoy this," I said.

Mr. Drake slapped my ass, and grinned in the dim light of the dungeon. "I'll make sure of that, little slave."



To Be Continued …