Page 145 of Stolen Voices

My cock jumps, knowing my collar will be around her neck, claiming her as mine forever.

Without taking my eyes off her, I grip the necklace with my free hand and dangle it between us. “Are you sure?”

“So sure. I want to be yours.”

I take the necklace and grip both ends, circling the cool metal around her neck before slipping the key into the square clasp with a click. From my back pocket, I withdraw the screwdriver and hold it between us.

She nods, presses her hands on my chest, and leans forward, giving me space to insert the special tool into the screw and twist, locking it into place.

Leaning back, I finger the bluebird at her throat then loop my finger in the O ring, giving it a little tug. “So beautiful.” I place a chaste peck on her lips. “So mine.”

I crush my mouth to hers in a possessive kiss. It goes on and on, my dick raging behind my zipper as Callie grinds herself against me.

“Eli?” she pants as I attack her neck with nips and licks.

“Yeah, Callie?” I mumble into her neck as I bite the space between her neck and shoulder.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as her fingers dig into the tops of my shoulders.

I slide my hands up under her dress and my thumbs dangerously close to her pussy.

She bucks her hips, searching for the friction that will only come when I’m ready to give it to her. “Please.” Callie begs, swiveling her bottom.

I can feel her arousal soaking my jeans. “Please what, princess?”

She drops her head onto my shoulder with a gasp as she rolls her hips over my hard cock. “Please, fuck me. I want you. No, Ineedyou inside me right now.”

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Callie

ThepleaforElito fuck me falls from my lips in a desire-filled whimper as I gyrate my hips over his hard cock.

Who even am I right now?

I’m dry humping the man I love, wearing a sub collar. Not just anyone’s collar. Eli’s.

I’m his. Officially.

The thought has my clit pulsing and my core dripping with arousal. I never imagined Eli to be so … kinky. To be fair, he’s not kinky in the “let me ball gag and whip you” kind of way. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It’s hot to watch. I have porn-hubbed a video or two in the past, but this is different. This is still relatively kinky in an possessive, controlling way that makes my pussy weep, my heart swoop in my chest, and my knees wobble.

“Fuck, Callie. Slow down, baby.” Eli stills my bucking hips with his large palms as he kisses and sucks on my neck. His thumbs dip down the crease of my thigh to my pussy, running along the thin, lacey fabric between my legs.

I lift my head off his shoulder and bring my mouth to his in a dirty, wet kiss. Our tongues grapple and swirl in a fierce embrace that sends electricity shooting through my limbs before it settles between my legs in a pool of lust.

Gripping his hair, I tug, erasing every bit of space between us. Eli’s finger slips under the lace string at my hip, brushing it back and forth, teasing my sensitive skin as he plants kisses down my neck and towards my breasts.

He pulls down the top of my dress, releasing my tits, and inhales sharply in surprise. “Fuck, no bra.”

A fire in my core builds as he takes a nipple into his mouth and groans. The sexy grunts he makes as he nips and sucks vibrate through my body. Each swirl of his tongue over the tight bud adds fuel to the fire building inside me.

“Yes,” I hiss.

His hot mouth on my body feels so good. I’m so close to coming I can feel my pussy clench with every pull of my nipple.

Like he has a direct line to my sex and knows I’m close, Eli pops off the tip and switches sides, forcing my body to start the delicious process all over again. This time, he slips his finger through my slit with a featherlight touch, sending shockwaves through me. My body shivers as he taps his finger over my clit—once, twice. The pressure disappears, as does my orgasm.

“Elijiah.” My voice cracks with lust and pent-up frustration.