Page 45 of His Little Hessonite

I reach over the side of the chair and pick up the bag. “I will put the collar on you first. I want you to feel it around your neck and submit to what it represents.”

“Yes, Sir.” She’s trembling, but she’s not scared. She’s eager.

When I pull the collar out of the bag, her breath hitches. She doesn’t touch it, but she leans over to look at it in my palm. This is the first time I’m seeing it, too. It’s exactly what I asked Ekert to design. I’m beyond pleased with how it turned out.

Wide chain links are interspersed with hessonite stones. It’s a gorgeous piece of jewelry, like a heavy necklace that will sittight against her throat. I measured her neck with my hands, so I know it will fit her perfectly.

“Sit up tall for me, Baby girl.” I lift the collar and wrap it around her pretty neck. It’s heavy enough to serve as a constant reminder but not so heavy that it will annoy her.

When I snap it into place, she shudders.

I trail my fingers around the top edge of the links. “Submit to me, Clara.”

“Yes, Papi.”

“Good girl.” I reach into the bag and pull out the leash next. It matches the collar, a series of links with stones in between. It’s only a few feet long. I don’t intend for her to be able to leave my side when she’s wearing it.

I clip it onto the front of her collar, making her flinch, and then I lift her off my lap and set her on her hands and knees on the floor, facing me. I take the leash in my hand and pull gently, drawing her between my knees.

Clara rocks forward and backward on her hands and knees, her head tipped up to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink. The scent of her arousal fills the room, making my cock stiffen.

“Come, Little one,” I say, pulling on the leash again.

My precious Little girl crawls closer so that her face is right in front of my cock.

“Sit back on your heels and rest your cheek against my thigh.” I stroke the top of her head, praising her with my touch as she obeys me. Her newly pierced titties sway between my legs. Her warm breath penetrates my loose pants.

“Any time you need comfort when you’re collared, you may sit like this between my legs,” I tell her.

She sighs contentedly and licks her lips. “May I suck you, Papi?”

Her question takes me off guard. I draw in a sharp breath and stare at her for a moment before nodding. “Is that what you want, Baby girl? Do you want Papi’s cock in your mouth?”

She nods. “Yes, Sir.” She lifts her face from my thigh, centering herself with my covered cock.

I release the leash so it dangles between her breasts and stroke her cheeks. “Even the precome on the tip of my cock will send you into a frenzy, Little one,” I warn her.

“I want to taste you.”

“I won’t come in your mouth, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pull the front of my pants down to let my cock pop free. It bobs in front of her. I cup her face and tip it back so I can see her pretty eyes. “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before, Clara?”

“No, Sir,” she whispers.

I’m ridiculously glad this experience is all mine. “Keep your hands on my thighs. You may not touch. Lick it, Baby girl.”

She settles her palms on my thighs and leans forward, her little tongue sticking out. The first stroke of her tongue against my hard length nearly makes me come. This will be a test of my will.

I cup the back of her head and drag my pinky along the edge of her collar. Fuck, she’s sexy. Picking up the leash from between her breasts, I hold it tight, reminding her of her submission and keeping her face against my cock.

I don’t give her more instructions. Instead, I let her lick and kiss my shaft until she’s moaning and panting with need.

Somehow I have to keep my orgasm at bay. I don’t want her to touch copious amounts of my come just yet.

When her mouth comes to the tip of my cock and she swirls her tongue around the head, I groan and pull her back with a firm tug on the leash. “That’s enough, Baby girl. Let’s switch to your harness.”