It's ornate.
Naked women and men in various sexual positions are carved into the wood and decorate the legs, arms, and back of the chair. The cushion is velvet red and the chair sits in the center of the circle. There is one other item inside the slave circle. A small red silk pillow sits in front of the chair.
There are many ways to use the slave ring and many thoughts about proper protocol. In our club, there are two accepted ways to use the ring.
If a Dom offers to Master a potential slave, he'll have his potential slave brought into a room with a slave ring inside it. Generally, she's brought in blindfolded by one of the other Doms. When the hood is removed, her first sight will be of the Master sitting in the chair.
She decides her next move.
If she's not ready, she's free to leave. If, however, she steps across the rope boundary, she belongs to her Master. It's the act of crossing the boundary, a ritualistic surrender, which solidifies the bond.
Not kneeling on the cushion.
That's reserved for the second way a slave ring may be used.
In that case, it's the slave who enters the ring first. She'll kneel on the pillow and wait for her potential Master to arrive. If he takes the seat, the two are bound.
I'm not certain how Tank plans to use the slave ring. Will he sit and wait for me to cross the boundary? Or is he expecting me to kneel for him?
What I know is he specifically asked for it to be set up inside our room.
He returns to me. One hand is behind his back, like he's hiding something from me. I glance at the slave ring and his focus shifts with me, but he makes no move to claim the chair.
"You're beautiful." His smile is wide, sincere, and genuine. Tank looks insanely happy, like he's won the lottery and can't believe his good luck.
I fiddle with the seams of the gossamer fabric of my genie pants.
He lifts his hand, then pauses before touching me.
"Can I?" His low voice is perfection. Soft, rumbly, deep and penetrating, it floats through the air and sinks into my soul.
"Anything you want."
"Anything?"
His question surprises me and I glance at the slave circle. In becoming my Master, he gains full control. But I appreciate him asking.
"Yes. Anything." I need him to know I'm on board. For better or for worse, I'm walking this path with him.
"Good." He gives a sharp shake of his head. "Because I want to do this."
My eyes widen as Tank bends on one knee. That thing he hid behind his back is a small black box which he opens to reveal a stunning solitaire that has to be at least two carats in size.
My hand flies to my mouth as water leaks out of my eyes. When I started crying is something I'll never know. But my entire body shakes and I place my other hand over my belly as I try to quiet down all the butterflies dancing about.
He looks up at me and I swear there's the faintest hint of wetness glistening in the corners of his eyes.
"My darling, Michelle," he begins, "the woman of my dreams, my sweet submissive, I want you. Not for a day, a week, a month, or a year. I want you for forever." He glances at the slave circle. "With a lifetime ahead of us, what that circle represents may or may not be in our future. It doesn't change what I want. I want you. I want you as my wife, as the mother of my children, to spoil our grandchildren rotten, and to grow old and crotchety beside you. Will you marry me?"
Never in a million years did I expect a marriage proposal from this man. I don't know if I'm shaking, crying, laughing, or what. And I can't see through the sheen of tears streaming down my face.
Tank wants to marry me.
Me!
"I need you to say yes, luv. Say yes and let me put this ring on you."
I am shaking. I'm filled with so much happiness, I can't seem to get any words out. But I manage to shove my hand in his face. It's not graceful and I think I poked his nose. But my fingers are wiggling, they're shaking, and I'm sniffing tears.
"I need a yes."
Of course, the bastard would demand it. Holy hell, but I need to pull myself together.
All I see of the ring is a glittering blur, but I shake my head and I manage one word.
"Yes!"
He grips my hand and steadies my fingers. Then he slides on the engagement ring. I thought I'd walk out of here with a collar around my neck, but I have a glittery diamond flashing on my finger instead.
"Oh my God!" I swipe at my tears and try to focus on the ring.
Tank is back on his feet and there's an evil smirk on his face. "Oh my God is right." His deep baritone rumbles over my skin, sending shockwaves of anticipation flowing through me. "And you're going to be screaming that several times tonight."
His promise is one I believe.
I give a little squeak as he lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He tosses me on the mattress like a sack of potatoes before taking a step back.
Dark, hooded, and blown out by lust, he tugs at his bowtie.
"You've got three seconds to get out of your clothes. I need to be inside of you." He rips the bowtie off his neck, then tosses it to the ground.
I scoot back on the bed and squirm out of my genie pants while he rips his shirt off. While he toes off his shoes and slips out of his pants, my top flies through the air.
This leaves me naked on the bed and I lean up on my elbows to admire the exquisite perfection of his male form. He's a masterpiece of hard lines, rippling muscles and male prowess. His cock juts out from between powerful legs and he reaches down to take it in his hand.
His brows lift and there's laughter in his voice. "I've never fucked my fiancée before. This is like a first for us. Spread those creamy thighs. I'm coming home."
I give a little squeak as he jumps on the bed. There's nothing slow that comes next. Tank slides his way between my folds, slamming deep with one powerful stroke. Then he stills and simply stares at me.
"This is what I want. Master/slave means nothing without this."
I wrap my arms around his neck and hook my ankles over his hips. "I need my fiancé to move, goddammit, or I'm going to go insane."
He growls against my throat. "You know how I feel about swearing."
"I do, and I need you to make me burn. I've never been spanked by my fiancé before. I'm a fiancé spanking virgin."
"That will have to wait."
I can't ask for a better view. The look on Tank's face as he slams in and out of me is enough to make my toes curl.
"Fuck." Tank is beautiful when he fucks. His entire body gets into it and I'm reaping the rewards of his skill. I close my eyes and enjoy the ride. He's not taking me slowly. He's claiming me with his soul and I'm right there with him, cresting ever upward as we chase our orgasms.
His hand tangles in my hair and he bites at my neck. Pain and pleasure meld into one amazing sensation and sends a shockwave rippling through my body. His hips thrust forward then draw back and I'm awash in the pleasure building between my legs.
His mouth is on me, nipping at my neck, tugging on my earlobe, and biting my nipples. I moan then scream as he confuses my body with all the sensations flowing through it. My back arches, desperate to shove my breast deeper into his mouth, and he laughs at my sorry attempt to take over.
I've never once been in charge of this thing we do.
My hands slide across his shoulders and around to his back. I'm pinned in place, impaled by his cock, and writhing in pleasure. He kisses a line from my jaw to my neck where he sucks at the soft hollow of my neck. The sucking increases until I'm certain there will be a mark, then he licks his way back to my tit.
It's like a circuit he makes. Tit. Ear. Jaw. Neck. Each time, my breathing accelerates.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs over my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, flicking the tight bud with his tongue. My back arches when he bites down…hard. My fingers thread into his hair and I pull at his roots as a scream rips out of my throat.
"Who do you belon
g to?" He punctuates his question with another nip to my sore nipple.
"You!" I'm breathless. "I belong to you."
"And who do you love?"
I giggle because he's blowing on my nipple which makes it draw tighter, if that's even possible.
"You, you big lug. I love you."
"And who do you love fucking?"
I grip him tight with my legs. "You. I love fucking and getting fucked by you."
He groans into my neck as the pace of his thrusts intensify. A sheen of sweat covers his skin and his groan turns to a growl.
"And what do I think about you swearing?"
"That you need to paddle my ass, but please fuck me first."
His laughter is pure and free. "With pleasure." He slides his hand down to cup my breast, kneading it as his hips move. He mumbles something else I can't decipher as he devours my breast.
Heat coils within me and my insides clench. I rock against him, moving as I can with him on top of me.
He surrenders my breast in favor of my mouth and kisses me as my toes curl. I rake my nails along his back as I meet each of his thrusts. This is the sweetest torture and I lock my ankles around his hips desperate to draw him in as deep as I can.
He looks at me again. Staring into each other's eyes, I'm taken by the intimacy of this moment. We fuck a lot, but this feels like a first.
My heart pounds because I realize it is.
He's mine forever.
My heels dig into his ass, but he breaks my grip to slam into me. That's what I need, his ferocity is what makes me fly.
"Yes!" The word rips out of me with a shout and I buck beneath him. "Fuck yes!"
I'm teetering on the edge of orgasm as he picks up the pace. With a gasp, he sends me flying and it seems as if the world disappears. His body moves and his thrusts become erratic as he joins me over the edge.
"Jesus." He collapses on top of me. "That was…"
Intense? Soul sundering?
I can't describe what that was, except…"I want more. Again…please."
"My greedy sub," he says with a chuckle. "I love when you beg, but we need to talk about your dirty mouth. It's time to turn your ass cherry red."
"I'm ready to burn." For him, I will do anything.
Chapter 15
My ass isn't cherry red.
It's black and blue.
Tank did not go easy with me last night. I paid for my foul mouth, practically swallowed his dick after he rammed it down my throat, and got fucked more times than I can count.
I'm going to walk with a waddle.
I have to say, that makes me smile.
In my blissfully fucked state, I wake before him. We gave out sometime after four in the morning to catch some sleep and his soft snores rattle through the room.
I don't know what time it is. It's not like there are windows down here, and there's really no need for a clock. We have the room until five this evening, although I don't think we'll stay that long.
Slipping out of bed, I head to the small adjoining bathroom to relieve myself. As I walk back to the bed, my gaze trips on the slave ring we ignored last night. My attention shifts down to my hand and the ring Tank put there last night. Cupping my hand against my heart, I feel incredibly thankful.
Tank is a little rough around the edges, but he's a great man, a generous lover, and an uncompromising Dom. He could have lifted the rules about my language last night, but he's not one to let things slide. In many ways, and for many reasons, I need that kind of strength.
As I pass by the slave ring, something glittery catches my eye. On the Master's chair a fine, filigree mesh necklace glitters in the light. I don't remember that from last night.
Tank's snores fill the room and I hover at the edge of the circle. If I step inside, it means something profound.
I'm virtually certain that necklace was not there last night. Did he put it there while I slept? I know what this means to him, and I'm aching to give him everything.
A quick glance over my shoulder confirms he's still asleep. I may be a bit too curious, but I'm dying to get a closer look.
But if I step inside the slave ring…
It won't mean anything unless I kneel on the cushion. I bite at my lower lip and press my hands together. Tank's ring draws my attention and I realize a fundamental truth.
I return to the bed and gently shake him awake.
"Good morning, love." His voice is thick and gravelly with sleep.
"Good morning." I place my hand on his chest and feel the steady beat of his heart. That's the core of his strength. Tank's heart is solid gold, strong, sure, and pure. He's a kinky as shit bastard, but he's my bastard.
He reaches for my hand and draws me down to sit beside him.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel great." My pussy is sore. It's swollen and throbbing from the pounding he gave me last night. My ass is a mess of bruises laid down by his hand.
I'm not great. I'm incredibly nervous.
But honestly? This is what I'd call perfection.
"Can you get out of bed?" I ask.
He gives a little smirk. "How about you get back in bed?"
"I will, but I want to do something first."
"What's that?" He rolls a little to his side.
"What did you bid last night?"
I need to know.
He pushes up and shifts to a sitting position.
According to the rules of the auction, he doesn't have to tell me. That's what makes this so fun. Without knowing if he bought me for a day, a week, a month, or a year, I won't know when our arrangement ends. It ads mystery, and I can see how not knowing kind of increases the stakes.
But I want to know.
He doesn't hesitate. "Just one night. I don't want this hanging over our heads. Like I said, we'll get to that point if and when we get to it. I don't need to be your Master."
But he wants to be.
It's now or never.
"What if I want to be your slave?"
He cocks his head and I rise from the bed. "Not for a day, a week, a month, or a year. What if I want to be your slave…forever?"
"Forever is a really long time." He shifts to the edge of the bed as I take a step back.
I finger the ring on my left hand. "It's not much longer than being your wife, forever. We can have both…"
His eyes are on me as I take another step, and then another. I move toward the circle. His eyes pinch together and his facial features tighten.
"We don't have to…I don't want to force you…"
I take a step over the rope and his eyes widen. "You gave me your ring last night. I want to give you this." Slowly, I lower myself to my knees and settle on the silk cushion. "I want to serve you. Will you be my Master?"
His lips part and shock ripples across his face. I reach for the fine filigreed necklace and run it through my fingers. Looking at him, I place it on my thighs.
"Your ring means the world to me, but this…" I lift the collar. "I need this too. I didn't think I did. I was afraid of what it would mean, but I'm ready. If you agree…I think we're ready for it."
I'm careful to say 'we' instead of 'me.' If we do this, we do it together.
He gets out of bed and stands outside the rope circle. If he enters, there's no going back.
We're both naked. He's very much aroused. Long and engorged, his cock is a thing of beauty. I lick my lips and his sharp gaze cuts to my mouth.
I lift the necklace which will become my collar. "Master…please?"
Tank takes in a deep breath.
"Slave."
With that word, our lives are forever changed.
I have a ring on my finger.
Tank takes a seat in the Master's chair and places his collar around my neck.
I bow before the man I love and know I'm exactly where I belong.
The Ties that Bind define us.
And I can't wait to show my friends the ring on my finger and the collar around my neck. But firs
t, I have my Master to please.
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