Every sensation was heightened, leaving her skin tingling. Thomas responded to her unspoken desperation when she felt his hot breath on her swollen folds. The tip of his tongue found her clit and, with a few small strokes, she felt the wave of orgasm rip through her body.
“Ahhhh… yesssssss!” she screamed in absolute pleasure. Her pussy walls gripped his fingers like a vise, pulsing wet heat the result of his skilled touch. While her body was replete from his touch, she was desperate to feel his hard, rigid cock fill her, slamming into her body. “Please, oh, please, fill me with your cock. I need to feel you deep inside of me.” Her voice was filled with searing need. “I need you to take me, make me yours… only yours… forever.”
Thomas growled, “You. Are. Mine. Forever.” He stood up and removed his fingers abruptly, replacing them with his gigantic erection. Annie shuddered uncontrollably as he slammed into her over and over. She felt the swift building of sensation as the hunger for Thomas to consume her grew into another wave of ecstasy. Annie climaxed, her pussy clenching against his rigid cock. Almost immediately, she felt the hot spurts of his orgasm.
“Ahhhh. Annie. My Annie.” His voice was gravelly as his upper body fell on hers, his body vibrating. His mouth found hers, smothering her with ravaging intensity, devouring and demanding, then morphing into sweet kisses as his lips brushed across her jaw and neck.
Annie sighed in complete contentment, her pinned body exhausted but satisfied. “That was fucking fantastic, Dr. Callahan,” she exclaimed.
Thomas pulled his head up, gazing down at her with bright, sparkling blue eyes. “I would have to agree with that assessment, Ms. O’Reilly. It was fucking fantastic.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Did that live up to your fantasies, my dear Ms. O’Reilly?”
“It did indeed, my darling Dr. Dom,” she smiled.
Lifting off of Annie, Thomas pulled her up with him to a seated position. His strong hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks.
Annie broke the silence. “Just one thing, Dr. Callahan.”
Thomas looked at her with a perplexed expression. “And what would that be, Ms. O’Reilly?” he asked inquisitively.
“Please, call me Annie,” she said with a smile. His deep laughter was a full-hearted sound, leaving Annie with no choice but to join him in bursting, joyful laughter.
“Annie.”
The sound of his voice brought her mind back into the present. She turned her head slightly and caught the sight of her handsome husband approaching.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked, swiftly turning her body to face him, wrapping her in the circle of his arms. He placed a kiss on her cheek. “Did you miss me, wife?”
“Of course I did, husband. You were gone for quite a while. Where did you go?” she inquired curiously.
Thomas threw his head back with a chuckle. “I wasn’t gone that long. I told you I had an important errand to run. I had to pick up these,” he said, pulling his arms back, presenting Annie with a bouquet of red, white, and deep pink roses.
“They’re beautiful,” she sighed in contentment.
“I could not let this momentous occasion go without offering you the expression of my sentiments.” His voice was filled with passion and sincerity. “As you well know, I am sure, the red roses express love, the white roses convey reverence, and the pink roses…”
“Mean perfect happiness,” Annie interrupted, the smile on her face wide and eager.
“Yes, Mrs. Callahan, you are, as always, correct.” He kissed her quickly on the lips. “What you may not have noticed, however, is that there are only eleven roses in this bouquet, not the dozen as you might expect.”
Annie’s brow furrowed. “Did they run out of roses? That’s an odd number.”
“Not quite so odd, my dear wife. Do you not know the significance of eleven roses offered to the recipient?” Thomas looked amused, his head cocked to the side.
Annie thought for a few moments, trying to remember what she had read about the meaning of the number of flowers in a bouquet. She could not recall anything specific about eleven roses. Shrugging her shoulders, she replied, “I’m at a loss, husband. I don’t know the significance of eleven roses. Please, do tell.”
Gently tapping her nose playfully, he responded, “My dear, darling wife, eleven roses are meant to assure the recipient that they are truly and deeply loved.” He leaned into Annie and kissed her tenderly. The kiss was as light as the gentle breeze that surrounded them as they stood on the deck, the expansive ocean surrounding them.
Annie’s eyes filled with tears of happiness. Her heart was full of love for this man, her husband. She had no idea how she ended up so lucky, but was forever grateful to have found her soul mate. “Thank you,” she said quietly, swallowing the emotion in her voice.
“You’re most welcome, my love. Now, wait here. I have one more surprise for you.” Thomas walked through the doorway back into their stateroom.
Stateroom is not the right word to describe it, Annie mused. Thomas had not only surprised Annie with a cruise, he had delighted in her shocked expression as he led her into their spacious suite, comprised of a living room, separate bedroom, and private veranda with a hot tub big enough for two people. The setting was romantic and completely perfect. Just like my husband.
Coming back to Annie, Thomas held a square black velvet box in his hand. “I have something for you,” he explained, holding the box out. “My dear Annie, my angel, you made me the happiest man alive when you said ‘I do’ and became my wife. Here, on our honeymoon, in this perfect setting to celebrate our union, I want to ask you if you will say ‘I do’ one more time and agree to become my collared submissive.” Thomas opened the box to reveal a delicate necklace made of rose gold. The interconnected links, shaped in the infinity symbol, were connected by one round diamond between them.
“It’s exquisite,” Annie gushed.
“You are exquisite, Annie. This necklace is beautiful, yes, but wearing it will only enhance your natural beauty. It’s meant to be a permanent symbol of our devotion to one another. A declaration to the world, as real and as genuine as the rings we exchanged at our wedding, that you belong to me, only to me… forever.”
Annie looked from the necklace to Thomas several times, taking in the seriousness and importance of the moment.
Thomas continued. “Until I met you, Annie, I never had a need or desire to collar a submissive. But now, standing here as your husband, your friend, your lover… I want and need your permanent declaration to me as your dominant. This collar will serve as a visible symbol of our unwavering bond. It is meant to offer you my protection and guidance, remind you of my desire and respect for you, and serve as a commitment to one another, as dominant and submissive. With this collar, I vow to put you first always. I will cherish the gift of your submission and give you my heart and my devotion every day of forever.” He cleared his throat. “Annie O’Reilly Callahan, will you agree to wear my collar?”
Annie was overcome with emotions ranging from complete surprise to intense desire. She gloried in the moment, feeling the bond between them strengthen, if that were even possible. She believed that Thomas was her true soul mate, the one person meant just for her. The connection between them was already unbreakable, declared in front of God and witnesses that they were joined forever in matrimony. The depth of his words left Annie feeling nothing but pure peace, contentment, and satisfaction. There was no doubt in her mind.
“Yes, Thomas Callahan, I will proudly wear your collar and, with it, give you my heart, my body, and my soul. I will submit to your dominance and trust in your protection and guidance of me. I will strive to be worthy of your devotion and commit all of me… all of who I am… to you… sir. My master.” Annie’s determined voice did not waver in her declaration as the profoundness of the moment pressed on her, leaving her with a feeling of perfect rightness.
Thomas beamed with the glow of his smile and the pride that swelled within him. Taking the unique ne
cklace, he placed it around her neck, securing the clasp. It lay snugly at the base of her neck, the rose-hued gold a lovely contrast to her smooth, porcelain skin.
Annie’s hand immediately went to her neck, touching the delicate design with reverence. Her brown, soulful eyes met his clear, brilliant blue ones. His gaze was possessive and approving.
Her soft voice broke the silent satisfaction and calmness between them. “I love you, Thomas, truly, deeply, and forever.”
His face, composed in a serious, soulful expression, transformed into a genuine, boyish, and jubilant smile. His voice was firm and final. “My sentiments exactly, angel.”
The End
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
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