Page 26 of With this Ring (Mastered #7)

Gregorio picked up one of the leather straps he’d brought into the room earlier.

“What is it?” She frowned a little.

“A collar,” he explained.

Her mouth dried.

“So that I can attach you to my leash.”

Heaven above. This couldn’t be possible. When he’d mentioned a collar and leash earlier, she’d hoped he was joking.

“Lift your head for me and ask me to put it on.”

She clamped her lips together and glared. With one of his wickedly evil grins, he leaned in, putting his face mere inches from hers, filling her vision with his determination.

“You’ve already had a taste of what happens when you push me, little Petal. Are you sure you want to defy me?”

Unless she used a safe word, that thing was going around her neck. Why did it scare her so much? In all ways, she had already become his. What was another symbol?

But it was a meaningful one.

At the adult store, she had seen all kinds of different choices, from plain collars like this one to decorative silk to rigid steel that locked in place.

This was made from some type of leather, and it was meant to be sturdy, rather than silky and feminine.

Maybe she should thank her lucky stars that it wasn’t metal, heavy and unyielding.

“I’m waiting.”

As best as she could with her wrists still secured to the outside of her knees, she did as he said.

Within seconds, he had it clicked into place, and her breathing sped up. It was symbolic, she reassured herself. Nothing more.

But she knew better.

He’d put it on for a reason—as a mark of his ownership.

He traced her throat above it and below it, then he outlined her collarbone. “I may never let you take it off.”

Her insides plummeted.

He couldn’t mean that.

This was for tonight only, she reassured herself. She wouldn’t even go to sleep with it on.

He threaded his pinky through the attached D ring and tugged on it lightly.

“Jesus, Petal. Fuck me into next week.”

His words turned her molten.

“I knew you’d look sexy as hell in my collar, but I had no idea.”

His eyes were filled with emotion, approval, possession.

For a moment, their gazes were locked on each other’s, and she stopped breathing.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he shook his head, and the opportunity passed.

Slowly, he trailed his thumb and forefinger down the column of her throat. “Mine.”

“Yes,” she whispered, wanting nothing more than for his statement to be true…if only for this moment.

He stepped back, and she glanced at his crotch

His hard-on was so big and thick that she wondered if his cockhead would peek above his waistband.

Gregorio had taken such exquisite care with her, given her amazing orgasms, and right now, she realized he hadn’t taken one of his own. Did he have iron control?

For a moment, he turned away, and when he faced her again, he was holding another strip of leather, this one longer with an end fastened into a type of handle.

A leash.

She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing emerged. Womanly assertion urged her to protest, but feminine submission made her keep her mouth shut.

But only for him.

There would never be another man who she would allow to do this to her.

A minute ago, he’d asserted that she was his, and every part of her responded to that impossibility.

After fastening it in place, he wrapped the lead around his wrist so there was nowhere she could go, no running, no escaping, no hiding, unless he let her go.

“I want you to remain in this position,” he instructed her.

Holding the leash taut, he unclipped each of her wrists and rubbed sensation back into her skin.

“Move slowly, otherwise you may cramp up.”

Even though she intellectually understood what he was saying, once her knees were free, she had to fight the urge to clamp them together and lower her legs to hide herself.

“Do as I say,” he reminded her, as if he’d read her mind.

With his back to her, he gently smacked her pussy.

Gasping, she bucked, lifting her hips and crying out at the delicious pain that rocketed through her.

“If you don’t behave, more of that is coming.”

The sting receded almost right away, leaving her breathless with need. Even though she had been stuffed full of the silicone cock, she was ready for him to claim her in whatever ways he wanted.

“I enjoyed your reaction. Let’s do it again. Shall we?”

She braced herself for the spank that never came.

Instead, he gently kissed her. Not knowing what to expect kept her completely off balance, swimming in pheromones.

He trailed his fingers up the inside of her thighs to her apex, where he teased her pussy.

“That’s it. Always keep yourself relaxed.”

She blew out a breath.

“Most often I won’t spank you there, but if I do, it’s because I want to drive you wild or because you deserved it.” He met her gaze and lifted an eyebrow. “Or simply because I wanted to.”

After rubbing sensation back into her lower body, he helped her to move slowly, then to sit up.

When she was steady, he lifted her from the counter and stood her in front of him.

Automatically, she kept her gaze low.

“Goddamn, you are a fast fucking study.”

Not for the first time, she wondered who she was becoming.

Gregorio— her Sir —threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back.

“So fucking perfect for me.”

“And you, Sir, are perfect for me.”

“Sasha.” A pulse throbbed in his temple. “Sasha. My Sasha.”

Every womanly part of her throbbed with need.

“Are you ready?”

Her eyebrows drawn together in question, she looked at him.

“To go to the dungeon.”

Her heart missed its next few beats.

Without waiting for her response, he went on, “Sometimes I prefer that you walk behind me. Especially if we’re playing publicly. But since the sight of your ass turns me on so much, I want you to lead the way.”

Swallowing this sudden lump of trepidation in her throat, she made her way to the top of the stairs.

“After you, Petal,” he said when she hesitated.

Even though he didn’t release the leash, he gave her plenty of slack.

Fighting her sudden nerves, she curled her hand around the banister.

With every step she descended, the music became louder, more resonant, thumping through her, heightening her senses.

Like upstairs, he’d kept the lighting low and intimate.

The last time she’d been here, the place had been a beehive of activity. Yet it seemed smaller, more intimate with just the two of them here.

Every single thing that existed in the Den was a possibility for her tonight, and she wished she had some idea of what he had in mind for her.

He exerted just enough pressure to tug her to a gentle stop.

The blood drained from her face when she realized where she was—in front of the sturdy metal ring attached to the wall where the submissive had been kneeling for her Dominant.

“This will work for us.”

She’d been afraid of that.

“Get yourself in my favorite position, my Petal.”

Nerves nearly paralyzing her, she eased herself onto the floor.

“That’s it.”

Without him coaching her, she knelt back, her thighs parted. If there were other people around, she absolutely could not do this—especially since she was nude.

“Knees a little wider, if you can manage it.”

Closing her eyes against a ridiculous flood of embarrassment, she did.

With a small thunk, he dropped his bag to the floor next to her.

“I’ve been thinking about this.”

Have you, Sir?

Motions quick and efficient, he secured her to the wall.

She waited for fear that never came.

“Nice.”

At his feet, his to command, was where she wanted to be.

“Fuck…” He dragged a hand into his hair, the closest she’d ever seen him come to losing control. “If you had any idea what you do to me…”

Tell me, she ached to say.

Maybe it was for the best that she couldn’t force out the words.

“Free my cock, sub.”

She was vibrantly aware of the way he stood over her, fully dressed while she was naked and helpless, reinforcing their sexual dynamic.

To comply with his orders, she had to adjust herself a little.

His belt buckle was warm from his body, and she released it, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. With a whoosh, the pants fell to the floor, and his cock sprang free, already hard, pointing toward her.

“Fellate me.”

Wondering how she would take all of him, she closed a hand around his shaft.

With an iron grip, he captured her wrist. “Hands behind your back.”

No way could he mean that.

“And kneel back.”

He wanted her helpless, at his mercy?

“You’re thinking too much.”

For a moment, she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Get out of your head. Focus on your Dom’s request—on pleasing me.”

Because she didn’t move fast enough, he captured her shoulders and guided her to where he wanted her.

“Why is my dick not already in your mouth?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied helplessly, miserably.

Instead of making a mental list of all the reasons this wasn’t possible, she allowed his instructions to roll around in her mind.

“Sasha…”

At the warning note in his voice, she licked a drop of pre-cum from his slit.

“Nice. But that’s not what I asked.”

She looked up to find him gazing at her with a mixture of determination and appreciation.

“Open your mouth and take my cock like a good little submissive.”

He was asking the impossible.

Without another word, he captured her nipples and quickly pinched them.

The shock distracted her, and she opened her mouth wider in protest. He took the opportunity to press his cockhead inside.

“Let me in.”

Having no option other than obedience, she closed her eyes and turned herself over to the experience.

Gregorio captured the back of her head, holding her imprisoned as he fucked her mouth, going deeper and deeper, making her choke and gasp.

“That’s it. Be my good girl.” His voice was soothing as he brushed the shell of one of her ears with this thumbpad. “Take me.”