On Becoming His (14 page)

Jezebel rose onto her toes to kiss his lips, savoring the sultry scent of his cologne before reaching for the carefully wrapped package. The gold embossed foil and red velvet ribbon indicated something very special indeed. As she held the weighted piece in her hand, she fingered the bow and darted glances into his eyes. There was more than just mischief behind them. There was also so much love she could almost not drag her eyes away. But the call of the present won out.

Very carefully she pulled the ribbon. “Beautiful.”

“Just like you are.”

When she finally had the paper removed, she stared at the black velvet box for several second
s
, brushing the tips of her fingers back and forth across the top. She knew what was inside and for some reason stars flashed across her field of vision. This was the moment. This was what she’d longed for. This was the ultimate level of trust between them and meant much more than a diamond ring. Her hands shaking, she opened the box and gasped.

Luke set his glass down and slid his hand down the length of her back. “Will you accept my collar?”

Glancing into his eyes, tears slipped from hers. “Yes, sir. God, yes!” As the silent beads rolled down her cheeks, she was filled with joy and a powerful feeling of belonging. The stunning piece was sterling silver and the heart, signifying a lock, held a single large ruby in the center. “I am so honored.”

“You are the only woman for me,” Luke whispered he took the box from her hands. Pulling out the necklace, he unfastened the actual locking mechanism and held the collar out for her to see. “There may be other styles I’ll have you wear, but this is your dress collar so that you know and never doubt our connection. Others don’t have to know. Only I can remove your collar and I hope that is something I never want to do.”

Swallowing hard, she lifted her hair and realized her legs were trembling. The moment she heard the tiny click, she exhaled slowly. As she fingered the heart, she allowed a single whimper to escape. “Thank you, sir.”

Luke walked around her slowly until he faced her. Taking her face into the palms of his hands, he brought her
lips
to his and kissed her softly.

Suddenly she was just about as turned on as she’d ever been. There was something so incredibly powerful about knowing she utterly and completely belonged to Luke, her man, her Sir that was a spine tingling aphrodisiac. The feel of his hard body against hers sent shivers coursing through her body and when he eased his hand
under her dress, caressing her leg
, she moaned into the kiss.

Grunting, Luke pres
sed his tongue inside her mouth, entwining theirs together as he yanked her tightly against his body. Rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of her thigh, he eased the tip of his finger up until he was touching her pussy.

Instantly she jerked, heat rushing into her system. Dear God the man could make her wetter than any she’d ever had before. Slipping her hand between them, she fumbled to get to his crotch, almost desperate to touch him. Somehow she managed to maneuver his belt, button and zipper and when she freed his cock, she sighed and wrapped her hand around the base. Up and down she stoked him as the kiss became more manic and the feel of his fingers as they dipped inside her cunt forced a pulse of electric current skating down her spine. Opening her legs, she arched her back slightly, allowing him every bit of access.

Luke growled as he broke the kiss. “I see the kitty needs her cream.”

“Yes, please.” Slipping her other hand between his legs, she cupped and squeezed his balls until he grunted.

“Yes!
Mmm
…” Clenching his eyes shut, Luke tossed his head back as he continued thrusting his fingers deep into her pussy, flexing them open.

Her heart racing, Jezebel shifted and the angle forced his fingers even deeper. “Oh yes…I…” Licking her li
ps, she continued stroking him as she rolled his balls between her fingers. He was rock hard and she longed to have him buried inside of her. Clenching her hand around the tip of his cock, she loved the feel of his shaft throbbing in her hand.

Lowering his head, Luke lifted her chin with his other hand, licking down the length of her neck. “I want you.”

“Then fuck me.” She continued pumping
his dick
as her pussy muscles clamped around his fingers, longing for more. There was no doubt she was going to cum soon.

Luke swirled his thumb around her clit over and over again as he continued licking her skin, his hot breath floating across her skin.

“
Ooohhh
…
yyyyeesss
…” The effect was almost too much. Her body bucking, she palmed his chest, pushing hard against him. She had to have him in her mouth. “I want to suck you.”

“
Mmm
… I want nothing more but first I have to be inside of you.” Using the brute strength of his upper body muscles, he slid his hands around to cup her buttocks and in one powerful move, lifted and impaled her pussy with the entire length of his cock.

“
Aaaahhhh
!”
The wind knocked out of her, Jezebel clawed his shoulders, trying
to hold
on as he lifted her legs, forcing
her legs around his waist. “Oh God! Oh God!”

Giving her a heated smile, Luke eased her back, removing his shaft until only the tip was inside. “I love fucking you hard.” Jerking her forward, he impaled her again, the sound of
their
bodies slapping together wafting up between them.

“Oh yes…oh yes…” When he repeated the move, her entire body was on fire from the intensity.
His cock swelled inside as her cunt muscles clamped around him, drawing him in deeper. No man had ever been so deep and incredible sensations roared through her. Locking her ankles together, she simply held on for the ride as he fucked her hard, exactly the way they both craved.

Harder and faster Luke drove into her, his balls slapping against her skin. Grunting, he continued the manic pace as his breath became ragged. “You…are…mine…” He lifted her again, switching the angle, and eased her back into a deep arc.

“Fuck!” Scrambling to hold on, Jezebel opened and closed her eyes as beads of perspiration rolled down from her temples. He’d never been this wild before and she loved every second of his savage prowess. With every long drive she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold back her climax long and yet he hadn’t told her she could cum. “Oh…
ohoh
…”

“Hold it, baby. Hold it until I say.” His voice filled with
a dangerous husk
, Luke gripped her ass cheeks and continued his manic thrust, in and out with a crazed abandon.

“Oh…
aaahhh
…” Barely able to breathe, she tried to concentrate on her body’s current, forcing her orgasm back but with each passing second she as losing the battle. “Oh…please…sir…please…”

“I’m
gonna
spill my cream inside of you, fill you. Is that what you want?”

“God, yes…please…I…” Tilted her head back, she clenched her eyes shut as an intense series of electric jolts reminded her she was very much alive. Panting, Jezebel emitted a long purr
and squeezed her pussy muscles, knowing what would happen.

“Fuck!”

As his body shook violently, he erupted deep inside and she simply smiled at her single moment of control.

“Cum with me.” His voice gravelly, his command was clear.

When she came, a series of flashing lights floated past her field of vision and a blissful moment of rapture reminded her of how much she loved him.

Minutes later, Jezebel was snuggled in his arms, her face buried in his neck, completely sated. As he absently rubbed her arm, she honed in on his beating heart, realizin
g hers was keeping the same rhythm
. These were the moments she loved the most. “Thank you for my surprise.”

“You mean your present and you’re welcome.”

“No, my surprise.” Tilting her head back, she could tell there was something else going on by the almost evil glint in his eye.

“Hmmm. There’s more tonight. Much more.” Kissing the top of her head, Luke grinned.

As she opened her mouth to retort, she heard the sound of the doorbell and knew this was her surprise. “A guest?”

“Another beginning.” Easing her off his lap, he nodded to the door. “Open the door, Jezebel.”

Swallowing hard, she nodded as she moved off the couch and walked with purpose toward the front door, glancing over her shoulder once to watch his curious and yet very heated look. The moment she opened the door she shivered from head to toe. The blond from the club stood in front of them, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Invite him in, Jezebel. Don’t be rude. After all, he’s going to become your lover tonight.
Come, and I’ll tell you how tonight is going to go.
”

Hearing the husky rasp in his voice was not nearly as thrilling and terrifying as seeing the man standing in front of her and as she invited him in and closed the door, Jezebel st
ood gawking at the two men, who
s
e
heated looks told her so many things. And every single one of the
m
she loved. “What can I do for you, Sir?” Somehow she knew she was going to need another journal for this chapter in her life. What a wonderful problem to have.

Closing the distance, she allowed the memories of how much they’d both gone through to get to this place of shared intimacy between then as she brushed her finger back and forth across her collar, she sighed. She’d become his.

THE JOURNEY CONTINUES

Luke stood beside the bed and watched silently as Jessie murmured in her sleep.  Faintly he heard her repeat the words he’d given her to clam her frayed nerves.
“I am comfortable in my collar. In my collar, I am free. I am His.”

She lay on her side with one hand wrapped around the chain attached to her collar. It had been her idea to wear the collar and chain to bed and he didn’t object.  After they’d finished making love, not fucking - because she needed to feel his tenderness at that night, he’d spooned behind her. The feel of their naked flesh pressed next to each other soothed them both.  He held her close while she repeated the
submissive’s
mantra and she fell asleep like a baby. 

As he continued to watch over her, his heart swelled with pride at the knowledge she belonged to him. She looked so sweet and innocent while she slept.  Almost angelic and he stifled a chuckle at the thought.  His
Jessie
was
many things,
but angelic wasn’t on the list. 

She’d come home yesterday evening agitated and frustrated.  Never being the kind of woman to hold things in, Jessie had erupted into a profanity-filled rant as soon as she’d walked through the door.  It was the second time in a week she’d acted out and thrown a temper tantrum. Luke was becoming concerned he was partly the cause of her anxiety.  She had willing given him her love and devotion.  He owed Jessie answers to some questions that still troubled her and he planned to address all her concerns about his past soon. He accepted all of her and her precious gift of submission. He swore to all the deities in Heaven and Hell that he would cherish her for as long as he drew breath.  

She’d slammed the door coming into the house and the commotion brought Luke out of the kitchen.  He started to ask her what was wrong, but before he could get the words out of his mouth, she started to cuss.

Her eyes spat fire and she had a manic look on her face. “I have no fucking idea how some people ever got a driver’s license. So today is one of those days I wish I had a HUGE grouping of fucking photon torpedoes on the front of my BIG FLAMING RED Dodge Ram. I’d blow all their no driving
asses
up and then I'd get out and pummel them to death.  Shit, I have to deal with assholes at work and then I’m almost killed by some dumb fucks on the way home.”

She stomped toward the wet bar in the den. Luke followed her and stood there patiently wondering how much rope he should give her to hang herself.  She picked up a bottle of
Finlandia
and poured two fingers of the clear liquid in a small tumbler.  He half expected her to drink it neat, but she hesitated a second and then chased it with a dash of chilled orange juice that Luke had put out for earlier.

“Jessie, take a deep breath and tell me what happened,” he said slowly and deliberately, as if speaking to a hormonal teenager.

He watched her take a long gulp, nearly emptying the glass in one swallow. “What the fuck do you think is wrong,” she shouted over her shoulder. 

She turned around to face him.  Her mouth was set in a grimace and her provocative body language screamed she wanted a confrontation.  Wildfire danced in her blue green eyes and her luxurious mane of curly blonde hair was tousled.  She had shed the jacket to her business suit and stood with her legs apart causing her pleated skirt to ride up her strong thighs.  The top three
button of her blouse were
undone and he could clearly see the creamy white flesh of her tantalizing cleavage.  He smiled at the sight of her hard nipples poking through the thin cloth of her bra.   Luke marveled at this force of nature standing before him. The raw, primal energy radiating from her, stoked the flame of his ever-present desire to own her and use her body for his pleasure.   It struck him how at that moment, if the glass in her hand were replaced with a sword, she would have resembled a Valkyrie about go into battle.