Chapter 15 Mavi
Mavi
I come home to find my apartment door unlocked. I left it that way on purpose. It wasn’t exactly a test. It was an invitation without words. The kind of opening I created to see if the other person would walk through it.
Sai walked through it.
The first thing I notice when I step inside is the scent.
Sandalwood is thick throughout the space, layered over my own honey and citrus.
He has been here for a while. His scent has settled into the furniture, the fabric, and the air itself.
It mixes with mine the way it mixed on the pillow two nights ago.
What I find most interesting is that Sai is just standing in the middle of my apartment.
He’s not exploring aggressively. He’s simply standing there taking in my sanctuary.
His eyes are closed when I step closer, an expression on his face I have never seen before.
It’s not the controlled mask, not the spiral, and not the sex-wrecked vulnerability from the other night. It’s peace.
He hasn’t heard me come in. He moves deeper into the apartment, touching the spine of a book on the shelf before he runs his finger along the edge of a canvas and picks up the silk scarf draped over a chair.
He holds it to his nose with that same photographer’s obsessiveness I have come to recognize.
He learns my apartment the way he learns a shoot location, through detail, through repetition, through attention so focused it borders on worship.
And then, Sai stops in front of the toy drawer.
I watch from the doorway and stay absolutely still, intrigued.
Sai opens the drawer and goes quiet. His hands hover for a moment, and then he starts touching things.
He picks up the cuffs, the silk ties, the plugs, and the lube with that same reverent curiosity.
He turns each one and studies their angles and textures.
He handles a dildo like he is appraising a sculpture, tilting it to catch the lamplight while he runs his thumb along the curve.
He examines a pair of cuffs with the focus of a man who wants to understand every mechanic.
I have to press my hand to my mouth to keep from laughing. This enormous, serious Alpha goes through a sex toy drawer with the energy of a museum conservator. It is funny and tender and so characteristically Sai that my chest hurts.
Then his fingers find the collar.
Everything changes. His breathing shifts, his shoulders drop, and his hands stop their curious wandering.
He lifts the collar out of the drawer and holds it with both hands like it weighs more than leather and metal.
He traces the stitching with his thumb and runs his finger along the inside where it would sit against skin.
His whole body responds to a piece of leather he has not even put on.
Some part of me knows I shouldn’t indulge the curiosity but the other part wants to see how far Sai’s submission truly goes. I step further into the room. “Couldn’t wait for me, could you?”
Sai startles. The expression on his face is a collision of guilty, hungry, hopeful, and terrified. He looks like a boy with his hand in the cookie jar if the cookie jar held the key to everything he has ever wanted and been afraid to ask for.
I cross the room, take the collar from his hands, and hold it between us. “You want to try this on, pet?”
It is the first time I have used it outside the bedroom and outside the heat of a scene.
Said here while I hold a collar and look at an Alpha who broke into my apartment to touch my things, it’s not dirty talk.
It’s a name, an identity. It says that in this space with me, this is what he is.
Not an Alpha. Not a Hollis. Not a photographer. He’s just a pet. My pet.
Sai’s body responds before his mouth does.
The shudder rolls through him from his chest downward as his cock visibly hardens is the only answer I need.
But more than the physical reaction, his shoulders drop further, his jaw unclenches, and his breathing evens out.
The word does what my voice has always done. It cuts through the noise.
“Yes.”
A small chuckle bubbles up from my throat as I unclasp the leather before wrapping it around Sai’s neck and rebuckle it.
I run my finger under the leather to check the fit.
It sits snug against his pulse point. Sai’s eyes close and the sound that comes out of him is not sexual. It’s deeper. It’s recognition.
I step back and look at him. Six-foot-something of broad-shouldered, muscled Alpha standing there wearing my collar.
“There you are,” I purr, letting my hand drop to his chest. Walking around him slowly, I reach up to touch the collar first, then his shoulders, his back, then his chest, and his stomach.
“Look at you. My pretty pet. Look how perfect you are in my collar. This is what you needed, isn’t it?
Someone to put this on you and tell you you’re good. ”
Sai’s dissolving. Every word pulls him deeper into a space where the noise is gone and the spiral does not exist. There is only my voice, my hands, and the leather on his throat.
I never knew how much I could enjoy a moment like this. “Now, get naked for me, Alpha,” I purr, loving the way he eagerly strips.
His scent blooms a little as I push him down onto the bed, the collar visible against the dark skin of his throat. His breath hitches in his throat as I reach for the lube, gently opening him up until it’s enough for me to sink into his ass.
“You’re so fucking tight, pet,” I mutter against his throat as I roll my hips forward. A long, deep groan falls from Sai, giving me the courage to continue.
I control every inch, how deep I go, how long I stay there, the exact angle that makes his breath hitch and his back arch off the bed. He’s louder than he was the first time we fucked, raw sounds spilling out of him with every thrust, his whole body shaking harder under me.
His hands scramble across the sheets, then latch onto my arms, then fly up to grip the headboard like he can’t decide what to hold onto. Every part of him is trembling, caught between wanting more and not knowing how to take it.
I watch his face as I grind forward again, dragging the head of my cock right over that spot inside him. His mouth falls open on a broken moan, his thighs quivering around my waist as his hole clenches desperately around me.
“So fucking good, Alpha. Fuck, you’re doing so well. You feel so good. Let me in. All the way. That’s it.” Tenderness weaves through the dominance. I adjust when he tenses. I praise when he opens. I check with a look that says “still with me?” and receive a look that says “don’t stop.”
“I want to worship you,” he says, voice wrecked and desperate. “Let me worship you.”
I smile down at him and grip the front of the collar firmly. I pull him up off the bed into a fierce, messy kiss. “You can touch, pet.”
Relief flashes across his face. His hands move everywhere at once.
They slide up my chest and pinch my nipples until they harden into tight peaks.
They grip my hips hard enough to bruise and squeeze the soft flesh of my thighs.
One hand wraps my hip before sliding down to grab my ass, thrusting me deeper inside of him.
He is so desperate and so hungry for contact that his touches feel frantic and reverent at the same time.
I brace my hands on either side of me, slick pouring out of me with every thrust, dripping down my balls and then between us. Reaching down, I gather up some of it and use it to coat Sai’s cock, stroking him in tandem with my thrusts.
Heat surges in my belly, a low whine pulling my throat as another gush of slick pours down my thighs. Panic tries to steal the moment but I just pull out before straddling Sai’s thighs and stuffing himself inside of me.
Sai lets out a tortured sound, gripping my hips as I rise up and slam myself down on his knot, the Alpha coming in response. His whole body seizes beneath me as he groans my name like a prayer, like the answer to every question he has ever asked.
His knot swells thick and locks deep inside me, pulsing hard as he floods me with rope after thick rope of hot cum.
The pressure is overwhelming, the heat pushing me over the edge right after him.
I clench tight around his locked knot and spill across his stomach in long, messy streaks while my body milks every last drop from him.
I realize in that moment that this is so much more than a quick fuck. This might make Sai mine. That’s neither something I prepared for nor something I ever thought I’d want but as I lean down for another kiss, the thought plants itself in my head.
Mine.
Sai’s voice breaks the silence, his fingers still firmly planted on my hips. “I like the leather. But I can’t… I can’t wear this to work.”
Which means this thing between us has a direction and no immediate ending. It’s not two nights or three. This goes past the bed and the apartment and into the morning and the world. He wants to take this with him. He needs me to help him figure out how.
I press a kiss to his temple. “I know. I’ll figure something out.”
Sai shifts beneath me, still locked deep inside me, and his voice drops even lower. “Can I sleep inside you? Just like this?”
I smile against his skin and snuggle closer to his chest. “Yes, pet. You can stay right there.”