Page 45 of What Alex Wants…He Gets
I clenched, my inner muscles spasming out of control at his words. His dirty talk continued to drive me wild and I’d do anything for more.
His free hand went on the hunt for my clit, easing through limbs and wild, jerky movements to stroke me in the one place I needed it the most. In one second flat I went off like a rocket, all the pressure exploding deep inside me. The violent climax shook me from head to toe, limbs straining, muscles quivering until he too followed me into the pleasurable abyss with lightening pulses of heat.
Together, we collapsed onto the floor our heavy breathing the only sound either of us making.
“Jesus,” Alex murmured when he caught half a breath. “No wonder I can’t stay away. You’re fucking amazing.” He pulled away from me and headed to a bathroom I presumed.
Half out of necessity and half from the need to please I pulled myself back into the kneeling position and waited for him. It felt like the right thing to do. Something that gave me immense pride.
Alex stopped when I heard him enter the room. “I have got to be the luckiest man on the planet right now.” He moved to my side and pulled me into his arms, ripping off the blindfold as he carried me into the bedroom. In the dark my eyes adjusted quickly, but the light was too dim to give me much of a sense of what his apartment was like. Hopefully there’d be plenty of time for that later.
Just like before, he adjusted me into a spooning position on my side and curved himself around me with his leg tangled between mine.
Protected.
That was the word I was looking for. Cherished too.
That’s how he made me feel. Exhaustion quickly stole over me. I was so sleepy now. Neither of us had said anything for long moments so I slid my eyes closed and relaxed.
“I’m going to want to put a collar on you—soon.”
My eyes popped open. Oh God, Jeremy had warned me of this. But a collar? Me? I’d never worn one. Had never even thought of it. Sure, I’d heard of them. I knew how some people really got into the protocols and such. I’d just never pictured myself as one of them.
He must have sensed my wariness. “How about we start with a subtle necklace with a small lock as a symbol and see how it goes? That way while you’re learning to love everything about your submission, I get to show the world your mine.”
“I’d really like that,” I whispered.
“Me too,” he added, pressing his lips to the back of my neck, his arms tightening around my waist.
There were no guarantees in the future, I of all people knew that, but he gave me hope and that was all that mattered.
