Chapter 18 #2
My heart skips a beat. Excitement washes through me.
“Wait, you mean that?” I light with a sudden desperate need like even my skin is electrified with it. I didn’t know that I needed this as much as I do, until I voiced it. But now, how can I live without it? Without Shay being mine? “We could offer him a collar together.”
D’Angelo pushes himself up, taking my hands between his.
Shocked, I watch as his expression becomes unexpectedly serious.
He strokes circles into the back of my hand.
“A collaring is more serious in our community than a wedding ceremony. It’s more than a romantic gesture or a piece of legal paperwork.
It declares to everyone that Shay belongs to us.
Our pet will have both earned and chosen the collar.
We need a day collar that is discrete and comfortable, as I am talking about a 24/7 relationship.
It needs to be able to pass as regular jewelry to most people but will have special meaning to us.
If he accepts, then we will still need a lot of negotiation, before we hold a collaring ceremony.
At least, if you both want a ceremony. I know that I would adore one. ”
I am glad that D’Angelo is trained in this.
More serious than a wedding…?
I feel like I am already married to D’Angelo.
For Shay, whose response to trauma makes him believe that he is still on the outside of our relationship, to become closer than a wedding through a collaring, would be his dream come true.
Mine too.
“Let’s do it,” I whisper.
I am shaking with excitement.
D’Angelo’s eyes are just as bright. “I love you, cara mia. Is it terrible to admit that I may — in fact one hundred percent have — already designed a discrete, one-off collar for my cucciolo?”
I wrap my arms around D’Angelo’s neck, hiding my laugh in his neck. “Of course you have. Let me guess. Did you start designing it on the first or second date?”
“Probably best I don’t confess just how obsessed I am. The dom needs to at least be able to pretend that they’re unfeeling and cold.”
“Master Fire and Ice, you’ve just melted.”
“Have I?” D’Angelo’s voice becomes frosty.
I eep, as he drops his arms to my waist and swings me to straddle his lap. Then he firmly pushes up my t-shirt, before pressing against my clit with his thumb like a challenge.
Our gazes meet.
“Anything to say?” I hear the warning beneath the question.
I ignore it.
I may be Shay’s Mistress but I am still D’Angelo’s brat.
“You’re comfy.” I bounce on his knee, taking him by surprise.
I laugh at the shocked expression on his face.
Then D’Angelo shocks me by sliding his hand underneath my ass and pressing one finger into my pussy.
I gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure, as he rhythmically pushes in and out, before curling his finger, all while looking at me like he isn’t fucking me on his hand.
“Anything to say now?” He repeats, coolly. “I asked you a question.”
I shake my head.
He adds a second finger, while using his other hand to circle over my clit. I whine, gripping hard onto his shoulders.
“Use your words.” He works me harder.
Sweat runs down the back of my neck.
Pleasure is cresting through me, forced on me, too fast and hard.
Perfect.
“N-n-nothing.” I blush.
Suddenly, D’Angelo’s hands still, and I clutch harder onto his shoulders.
My mind is scrambled.
Why has he stopped?
My blush deepens, as my ass settles on D’Angelo’s lap with his fingers buried deep in my pussy.
“Who am I?” D’Angelo’s voice is as icy as a frozen lake.
How did I think that he had melted?
“Sir,” I rush to say. “Nothing, Sir.”
“Better. Ride me then, if your greedy pussy wants to come.”
“Fuck.” I bite my lip.
My thighs tremble, but I work myself up and down on his fingers. At the same time, he returns his thumb to my clit, tapping it in a way that drives me mad with pleasure.
D’Angelo is cruel with his words but never with his touch. At least, not to me. He never forgets that I need something different to Shay.
Talking about collaring Shay has brought out D’Angelo’s dominant side.
As if he can tell what I am thinking, D’Angelo whispers, “We will offer our toy the collar together. But I need to make it clear that you are still mine as well, pet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“Close. I’m fucking close.” The muscles in my thighs are tremoring.
I don’t stop.
To my horror, however, D’Angelo does. He removes both his hands from me.
What…? No…
“I put this here, intending to use it on my other pet today, less as a punishment for our failure in the game and more as a distraction. But now, I have you, principessa, to play with.” D’Angelo leans backwards in a move that makes his abs ripple, reaching for something small that he must have deviously hidden under the pillow last night.
I stare in shock at what looks like an arctic blue bullet vibrator with an added attachment at the front.
My pulse spikes.
I think I can guess where that is going.
Where is Shay’s ass when I need it as tribute?
D’Angelo kisses me, but his eyes are wicked. “This evening, I have my date with you. I’m taking you out to a piano recital. We can both dress up. And look at this special toy, which I also have for you to wear.”
“Ehm, thank you?”
D’Angelo’s grin sharpens. “Shall we put it in now and see if it fits?”
I know that it’s a trap but I still nod.
This is a game, and D’Angelo’s games are always the best in the end. I have also been looking forward to his date all week. I love my time alone with him.
If we are going to collar Shay, then D’Angelo is already my husband in all the ways that count.
“Green?” D’Angelo checks.
“Green,” I agree.
I am still teetering on the edge of coming. My legs are slick with sweat.
D’Angelo’s cock is tenting his silky pants, but he hasn’t reached for himself once. His entire focus is on my pleasure.
D’Angelo slips the toy inside me, and since he has already widened me with his fingers, there is barely any stretch. The attachment at the front fits over my clit.
“Eyes on me,” D’Angelo commands.
I sink into the blue of D’Angelo’s beautiful eyes, missing the moment that he presses a button on the toy and it springs to life, vibrating rapidly.
I jerk at the sudden, intense, and relentless sensation.
It forces me over the edge into an orgasm that makes me tumble forward into D’Angelo’s arms. My nails claw at his shoulders, but he doesn’t flinch.
He slams his hand over my mouth to smother my scream.
I don’t look away from D’Angelo, however, as he commanded.
We share the experience in a way that feels like he is coming at the same time as I am.
He is falling apart too.
We are both joined in pleasure and love.
I feel like we are one person.
Then D’Angelo whispers, “Now imagine that I have that vibrator programmed to my phone. I can look like I am sending a text, but actually, I am pulsing silent pleasure through you, while I am at the arena and you are here at home. You are going to wear that under your clothes today, and no one will know. Imagine listening to the music on our date, trying not to show that you are squirming in your seat about to come. You will never know when I will turn it on and off. Let’s see how many times I can make you come, untouched.
If you come more than ten times by the end of the day, then you can choose the next fantasy reward. Deal?”