She thought about that for a moment, more relieved than she expected at his answer. "If I stay with you, would I have to submit to anyone who orders me around?"
A dark look crossed his face, his jaw tightening. "No," he said, his voice gruff. "You belong only to me, and submit only to me, unless I say otherwise. Evan had no right to ask anything of you this morning. He was way out of line, and I'm sorry I slept so late and put you in that position. It won't happen again."
"But how can you be sure?" He gave her a long warning look, and she quickly added, "Master."
"You have to trust me." He sat back and handed his plate to her. She took the dishes to the sink and washed them, setting them in the rack to dry. When she turned around, he'd pushed his chair out from the table and was sitting facing her, his legs splayed open. Crooking a finger, he motioned for her to come closer. She knelt between his legs, her knees apart, shoulders back and breasts thrust out with one arm holding the other wrist behind her back.
"Yes Master?" she asked, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Suck my cock."
Alyssa's fingers trembled slightly as she unfastened Mike's jeans. This, more than any other moment of the last few days, felt like a defining one in their relationship. As she closed her lips around his thick cock, she looked up at him, holding his stare as she slowly sucked his entire length into her mouth. It felt like a vow between them, his to protect and care for her, and hers to obey and serve. But there was something else, something on a deeper level that both scared and excited her. As she moved back, swirling her tongue around his tip before sinking deep again, a tear slipped down her cheek as she realized that leaving him wasn't even a possibility any longer. She needed him, no matter the cost.
"So beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to wipe the moisture from her face. "My beautiful girl." He threaded his fingers through her hair and grasped her head, showing her how he wanted her to move. She followed his lead, flicking her tongue along his sensitive skin and swallowing as he brushed the back of her throat.
He moaned, his head tipping back as he thrust harder, faster between her lips. Alyssa shifted her stance, widening her knees as her core pulsed with need. Unable to hold back a whimper, she met his eyes as he looked down at her with an unfocused gaze. Then suddenly he thrust in hard with a guttural groan and held her still on his cock as hot streams of warmth slid down her throat.
She swallowed it all, concentrating on breathing slow through her nose until he finally released her. Sitting back on her heels, she took a long, deep breath. Licking her lips, she pushed back up into the proper position and put her hands behind her back. Her inner thighs were wet, and the scent of her own arousal was just as strong as Mike's. He watched her for a few moments, his breathing slowly returning to normal before he stood and buttoned his jeans.
"Stay here - I'll be right back," he said, his voice gruff and low.
She lowered her eyes. "Yes Master."
When he returned, he sat in the chair again, and when she looked up there was a large square jeweler's box in his hand. Her pulse sped up and blood rushed between her legs as she waited.
"I bought this a long time ago," he said, caressing the dark blue top. "I thought at the time that I knew who it was for, but it ended up staying in the box. I've kept it ever since, hoping that someday..." He opened the lid, and Alyssa nearly gasped at the coil of brushed silver, the ends of the collar secured by a small silver padlock. A set of keys lay in the center, which he took out and used to release the lock, then put them into his pocket. Then he laid the box on the table and lifted the collar out, kneeling down to place it around her neck.
"This marks you as mine, Alyssa," he said, clicking the lock into place. It was heavier than she'd thought it would be, but the weight felt good around her neck. "It's made to last a lifetime, and that's how long I intend to keep you."
She couldn't stop the tears then, and he reached for her, pulling her up and into his embrace. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck as she tried to rein in the flood of emotion. He hadn't asked, but it didn't matter. They both knew that she was home.
He stepped back and took her hand, tugging her gently into the bedroom. She followed willingly, standing still as he undressed her and then bent her forward over the bed. "So your back doesn't hurt," he explained, and she nodded, taking deep breaths to fight back another round of tears. She spread her legs wide for him, surprised when she felt his hands on her inner thighs, pulling her open.
Then his tongue touched her clit, and she trembled all over as he lapped up the juices between her legs. She whimpered, wiggling against him as he sucked on the sensitive nub. He smacked one side of her ass, hard, and she yelped, then again when he smacked the other side.
"Oh, yes Master," she cried, fisting the comforter as she struggled to maintain control. Two fingers pushed inside her dripping pussy, and she knew it was no use. "Please Master, I can't hold it!"
A chuckle vibrated the inside of her thigh, followed by another smack on her ass. "Come then, beautiful." He lapped her clit once more, then bit down, hard enough to sting and she came apart with a loud cry. Tremors shook her body and she collapsed on the bed as he ate up every bit of her nectar. She was floating, boneless as the wave rolled through her body and left her completely spent.
Mike pulled her up to a sitting position and she wrapped her arms around his waist, placing a kiss just above his navel. He laughed, and when she looked up, the stress that had haunted him since she'd arrived seemed to be gone.
"I love you, Master," she said softly, lowering her gaze. "I just wanted you to know that."
He reached out to lift her chin with a finger, then bent to place a soft, almost chaste kiss on her lips. "I love you too, beautiful slave."
Stepping away from her, he went to the closet and tossed her one of his t-shirts, then pulled one over his head. "You can wear that for today," he said, sitting down to put on his shoes. "I'll be in the shop. Take a few minutes, and then go ahead and get back to work on the files. I'll be ready for lunch at noon. Don't forget."
"Yes, Master," Alyssa replied. She watched him walk out the door and then pulled on his shirt, noting it wasn't quite long enough to reach the top of her thighs. She stood in front of the tall mirror on the back of the door and pulled the padlock out to rest on top of the thin white cotton that really didn't do much to hide her breasts. Turning one way, then the other as if she were trying on a new dress, she smiled as she opened the door and padded barefoot downstairs to her new job.
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About the Author
Trinity Marlow is the erotica pen name of romantic suspense author Jamie DeBree. Born in Billings Montana, she resides there with her husband and two over-sized lap dogs. For a free serial draft of the next Naughty Encounters story, please visit TrinityMarlow.com or BrazenSnakeBooks.com.
Other Books by Trinity Marlow
The Entertainer
The Bouncer
The Mechanic Page 5