Purgatory Masters(78)

“I don’t know if you understand how much this means to me, but I want to put this collar on your neck and lock it. Only I’ll have the key because you’re mine. Mine to love. Mine to fuck when I want. And mine to pleasure for the rest of your life.”

A small tear escaped the corner of her eye and Tucker leaned down to lick it clean. Even her tears belonged to him.

“Oh Tucker.” He placed a finger across her lips so he could continue.

“You wearing it is an intense personal commitment for us, but it’s also a symbol to others that you’re committed to your Dom. If you’ll have me of course.”

She moved to sit up and then cupped his cheek. “I’d be honored to wear your collar.”

“I had this made as a cross between an old fashioned collar and a traditional necklace. Anyone in the lifestyle will likely recognize it, while others won’t think twice about it. Although considering your current reputation, it might garner some notice.” He used the key to undo the lock and slipped the collar around her neck. The two ends were pulled together and he slid the lock between the two connecting rings. Before he clicked it shut, he stared down at her. “Are you sure?”

“Without a doubt.”

The tiny lock snicked closed and settled at the hollow of her throat. Tucker pulled Maggie into his arms.

“So this is really happening? You’re really going to Boston with me? I’m not going to wake up from a dream or anything, right?”

He pinched her arm.

“Owww!” she cried. “Why’d you do that?”

He didn’t even try to hide his smile. “Nope, definitely not a dream. But if you’d like to be sure, I’ve got a spanking bench in the playroom with your name written all over it, Miss Maggie.”