Chapter Twenty-Seven Sloane
M ine.
The weight of his words settles over me like a physical force.
Desire floods through me at the thought of belonging to this man so completely—even if it’s just for tonight.
For now, that feels like enough. More than enough, actually; it feels like everything I never knew I needed until this very moment.
Cole must sense my acquiescence because he rewards me with another fierce kiss before stepping back and beginning to undress slowly—almost tauntingly so—revealing inch after tantalizing inch of tanned skin and solid muscle beneath his clothes as I watch breathlessly from my submissive position on the floor at his feet.
He stands there, completely bared to me, and I can’t help but stare. He is magnificent, every inch of him radiating power and confidence. A bead of sweat trickles down my spine as I anticipate what’s to come.
“You’re overdressed,” Cole says, extending a hand toward me.
I take it, allowing him to help me to my feet.
His other hand reaches for the zipper of my dress, pulling it down the rest of the way slowly, revealing more skin with every inch.
The fabric falls away, leaving me standing in nothing but my lingerie.
Cole’s eyes rove over my body, taking in every curve, every line. “Perfect,” he murmurs, almost to himself. He steps closer, his bare skin brushing against mine, making me shiver with anticipation. His fingers trace the edge of my panties, then slip inside, finding me already wet for him.
“Good,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re always ready for me.” He pulls away abruptly, leaving me wanting. “But not yet,” he adds, a wicked glint in his eyes.
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing, carrying me to his bedroom.
Cole lays me down on his large, four-poster bed, the velvet comforter soft against my skin.
His eyes never leave mine as he climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs.
He trails a hand up my thigh, slow and teasing, before hooking a finger under the edge of my lace panties and pulling them down.
“Cole,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. I feel vulnerable, exposed, but also incredibly desired. It’s intoxicating.
“I want you in nothing but my collar.” His eyes burn with lust as he tosses my panties aside.
Cole’s hands slide up my body as he unhooks my bra and tosses it aside. Now I’m completely naked except for the cool metal collar encircling my throat. His eyes roam over me hungrily.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “And all mine.”
He lowers his head, trailing hot kisses along my collarbone and down to my breasts. I arch into him as he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. His hand kneads my other breast, thumb brushing over the hardened bud.
I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair. Cole nips at my breast in response, the sharp sensation making me gasp.
“Hands above your head,” he commands. “Don’t move them unless I say so.”
I obey, gripping the headboard as Cole continues his sensual assault on my body. His mouth blazes a trail of fire down my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel before moving lower. My hips buck involuntarily as he settles between my thighs.
“Stay still,” he orders, voice rough with desire. His breath ghosts over my most sensitive area. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”
The threat sends a jolt of arousal through me. Part of me wants to test his resolve, to see what punishment he might dole out. But a larger part craves his approval, wants to be good for him.
So I force myself to remain motionless as Cole’s tongue finally makes contact with my aching center. He licks a long, slow stripe up my slit before focusing his attention on my clit. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as he alternates between broad strokes and quick flicks of his tongue.
One of Cole’s hands grips my thigh, holding me open for him. The other slides up to squeeze my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations are overwhelming.
I struggle to keep still, my fingers clenching and unclenching around the headboard as waves of pleasure wash over me.
Cole’s talented mouth works me relentlessly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
“Cole!” I cry out, unable to hold back. “Please, I need—”
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. “Not yet.” He stands from the bed and walks over to his bedside table and says, “Do you need some help being a good girl and keeping your hands above your head?”
I nod, my body thrumming with anticipation. Cole opens the drawer and pulls out a length of silky black rope. He returns to the bed, his eyes dark with desire.
“Wrists together,” he commands.
I comply immediately, holding my arms out in front of me.
Cole’s fingers brush against my skin as he winds the rope around my wrists, creating an intricate pattern.
The knots are tight enough to hold me securely but not so tight as to be uncomfortable.
When he’s finished, he guides my bound hands back above my head, securing them to the headboard.
“Perfect,” Cole murmurs, running his hands down my now-restrained arms. “Now you can’t touch, even if you want to.”
He resumes his position between my legs, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. I whimper in anticipation, tugging lightly at my bonds.
“Remember,” Cole says, his voice low and commanding, “you don’t come until I give you permission.”
With that, he dives back in, his tongue working me with renewed vigor. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through me. The inability to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair or grip his shoulders, only heightens every sensation.
Cole alternates between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue against my clit. His fingers pump in and out of me, curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars. I’m writhing beneath him, desperate for release but determined to obey his command.
“Cole, please,” I gasp, my voice ragged with need. “I’m so close.”
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “Not yet,” he says, a wicked glint in his gaze. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
Cole moves up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. He teases me, rubbing the head of his cock along my slick folds. I strain against my bonds, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer.
“Please,” I beg, beyond caring how needy I sound. “I need you.”
“What do you need?” Cole asks, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me.”
“You,” I gasp. “I need you inside me. Please, Cole.”
“Ask the right way... like the good little submissive you are.”
I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. But the desire coursing through me overpowers any hesitation.
“Please, please ,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Cole’s eyes darken with lust. “Good girl,” he growls, and with one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me to the hilt.
I cry out at the sudden fullness, my back arching off the bed. Cole pauses for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. Then he begins to move, setting a slow, torturous pace that has me writhing beneath him.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “So tight and wet for me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Cole responds by picking up the pace, his hips snapping against mine with increasing force.
The room fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slap of skin on skin. I strain against my bonds, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer. The frustration only adds to my arousal, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Cole,” I pant, feeling my climax building. “I’m close. Please, can I come... please?”
Cole’s eyes lock onto mine, burning with intensity. “Not yet,” he growls, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm. “I want you right on the edge.”
I whimper in frustration, my body trembling with the effort of holding back my release. Cole’s hand snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it mercilessly.
“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “I can’t... I need...”
“You can and you will,” Cole commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re mine, remember? Your pleasure belongs to me.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. I clench around him, drawing a groan from his lips.
“That’s it,” he murmurs approvingly. “Feel how perfectly you take me. How well your body responds to mine.”
Cole shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position has him hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as much as my restraints will allow.
“Cole!” I gasp, teetering on the brink of orgasm. “Please, I need to come. Please let me come.”
He studies my face for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. Then, finally, he nods. “Come for me, Sloane. Now.”
The permission is all I need. With a final, deep thrust, I shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cry out Cole’s name as my body convulses around him. He groans, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls pulse around him.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he grunts, his hips snapping against mine with increased urgency. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
A few more powerful thrusts and Cole follows me over the edge, burying himself deep inside me as he comes with a low, guttural moan. He collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.
After a moment, Cole lifts his head, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my lips. He reaches up and begins to undo the knots binding my wrists to the headboard. As soon as I’m free, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close.
Cole gently massages my wrists, his touch soothing the slight marks left by the rope. His eyes meet mine, a mix of passion and concern in their depths.
Cole’s fingers trace the edge of the collar, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “How does it feel?” he asks softly.
I take a moment to really consider the question. The metal is cool against my skin, a constant reminder of his claim on me. It should feel constricting, but instead, I feel... safe. Protected. Cherished, even.
“It feels right,” I whisper, meeting his intense gaze. “Like it belongs there.”
A slow smile spreads across Cole’s face. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the hollow of my throat, just above the collar. “Good,” he murmurs against my skin. “Because I don’t plan on taking it off anytime soon. And only I can take it off.”
I run my fingers through Cole’s hair, savoring the closeness. “I don’t want you to take it off,” I admit softly.
Cole’s eyes darken with possessive desire. He trails his fingers along the collar, then down my neck and over my collarbone. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because you’re mine now, Sloane. In every way.”
“I don’t think I truly understand what this all means,” I say, touching the collar around my neck. “But I’d like to find out.”
Cole’s expression softens, a tender smile playing at his lips. He pulls me closer, his strong arms enveloping me in a comforting embrace.
“We’ll figure it out together,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear.
“This is new for both of us, in a way. I’ve never felt this.
.. connected to someone before. And I’ve never wanted to use jewelry as a way to show it.
But with you, it feels right to have a necklace represent this. .. us.”
I nestle closer to Cole, his words warming me from the inside out. The weight of the collar around my neck feels comforting now, a physical reminder of the connection we share.
“I’ve never felt this way either,” I admit softly. “It’s intense and a little scary, but... I don’t want it to stop.”
Cole’s hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. “It won’t,” he promises. “I meant what I said, Sloane. You’re mine now. And I take care of what’s mine.”