Chapter 16
The Submission
Ian
Jenna can barely stand on her own two legs when I help her off the floor, and her eyes are glazed over. Right now, I don’t even think she’ll be able to play a C major scale at a decent tempo.
“She should wear the plug while she plays,” I tell Killian. “But I think her lesson will have to wait.” I wrap an arm around her waist to support her wobbling frame.
“Too bad. I’d love to see that.” Killian jumps to his feet, full of energy. For the first time in two weeks, that buzzing anger has been replaced by a more level type of excitement. It’s good to see, but right now, Jenna needs a break.
“Another time.” I nod toward the door, and he catches on and walks backward as he leaves.
“Can’t wait,” he says with an eager smile just before he disappears.
When I grab Jenna’s chin, she can barely focus on me, just blinking her drowsy eyes. She’s both sleepy and deep in subspace.
“We’d better get you to bed.” I scoop her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom across the hall.
She’s so deep in subspace she barely even reacts to the intimacy of being in my arms or in my bed when I place her on the mattress.
She looks so defenseless as she lies there in my navy-blue sheets, pants around her ankles, all limp and pliant.
It makes me want to do all kinds of things to her, none of it better than what Killian would do if I gave him free rein.
Instead of giving her a taste of my dark urges, I follow the same advice I gave him and go slow.
I can’t fully leave her without putting my mark on her, though, so I go to my closet and find three small padlocks, a chain, and a collar that matches the butt plug—pink leather with a clean steel ring at the front.
She draws a sharp breath when I go to sit on the edge of the bed and trail my fingers along her delicate neck, pushing her hair back as I go.
“You belong to me now,” I say, grabbing her chin. Her eyes blink a few times before she focuses on me—barely. “You have no rights except the ones I give you.”
Her breath speeds up, parting her lips. There’s a hint of fear in her green orbs, but most of all, there’s pure, accepting submission that goes straight to my cock.
It grows painfully hard as I wrap the collar around her throat and she starts panting.
I pull it tighter through the buckle than needed, relishing her small mewl as the leather tightens.
Then I loosen it, push the pin through the appropriate hole, and click on the padlock.
Finally, I attach the chain to the front of the collar, using the second lock, before using the third one to fasten the chain to the middle of the headboard.
Her eyes follow me as I go, and her breathing gets more labored. I can’t resist the urge to push her legs apart and reach between them, hovering a finger right at her pussy lips. “I’ve been wanting to see if you get as dripping wet as Killian described, or if he was exaggerating.”
Her eyes widen as I slowly slip a finger through her opening. Sinking into the sleek, wet moisture makes a smile break out over my lips. “Oh yes. He’s right. You’re like a cat in heat. Desperate for cock.”
She makes a weak shake of her head, denying how she feels.
I slap my free hand against her thigh, hard enough to make her release a small cry. “No lying, Jenna. Remember that, or it will hurt a lot more the next time.”
I sink my finger all the way inside, and she lets out the cutest little moan, her cheeks growing rosy.
I circle my finger against her slick walls a few times. “Would you like my cock in here?”
Her throat bobs with a hard swallow. “Yes,” she whispers, and it’s too much.
My cock can’t take any more without getting a release.
So I pull my finger out. I lift it to her mouth and drag it across her lower lip, enjoying the distressed expression that etches into her delicate features.
Reminding myself not to push too much, I dry the rest of the moisture off on her stomach.
“No touching yourself without permission. That’s my second rule. You’d better remember that,” I say. Then I tuck her in, kiss her forehead, and leave her to get some much-needed rest.
I have plenty of time to toy with my new little plaything later. Seven whole months to be exact.