Tasty

15. She’s My Collar

SHE’S MY COLLAR

Marlon.

“Finish eating so I can take you back to the hotel.”

I didn’t look at her when I said it, instead I kept scrubbing the plate in my hand.

“But I’m not ready to go back yet.”

“It’s not about what you want.” I scrubbed harder than necessary, not even sure why I was pushing like that. I already said I’d think about her staying. But something in me reacted to her pushing into my space too fast.

“Come on,” she said, dragging the words out. “Lemme stay over and we can talk some more.”

“About?”

“Anything!” she shot back quickly. “Like why don’t you have kids?”

I paused for half a second, then went right back to the dish.

“Don’t have the time,” I said. “Plus I’d be a shitty parent.”

“What?” she said immediately. “You’d be a great dad.”

“Really?” I glanced at her now. “I thought you said I was mean.”

She grinned. “Ha. You are mean.”

“Why? ’Cause I yell sometimes?”

“You don’t have to yell to be mean, Marley.”

I shook my head, rinsing the plate off. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up and finish eating.”

“See! Mean!”

“Whatever,” I muttered, grabbing another dish. “What about you? Kids in your future?”

“Fuck. No.”

I huffed a small laugh. “Wow. Okay.”

“Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “But I spent too much money on this BBL to turn around and get pregnant.”

“You had work done?” I asked, looking at her properly now. “I couldn’t tell.”

She shrugged like it was nothing. “Just my ass. This face has never been under the knife though.”

“I see.”

She watched me for a second. “That bother you?”

“Why would it?” I said. “It’s your ass. And if you get pregnant, you gotta carry it. I don’t really got a say either way.”

“True.” She licked her fork like she was deep in thought, then sat up a little straighter. “Maybe I’ll adopt!”

“Huh.” I dried my hands on the towel. “Sounds right up your alley.”

“Yours too,” she shot back. “You too busy tying people up to get anyone pregnant.”

I reached over and tapped her forehead.

“Ouch.”

“Mm,” I muttered. “I’m not opposed to adopting. I was in the childcare system myself, so I know what it’s like. Maybe I can help a child in need in that way.”

“Aww,” she mocked softly. “Heartwarming.”

I rolled my eyes and went back to the sink. “And I’m the mean one.”

“Did you learn all the BDSM shit from foster care?”

“Woah, woah, woah.” The plate hit the sink with a loud clank, water splashing up.“What?”

“You know,” she said, completely unbothered. “Like in that BDSM book.”

“Girl.”

“It’s an honest question!”

“Aurora.”

“Fine!” She rolled her eyes. “Forget I asked.”

I stared at her for a second, then exhaled and shook my head.

“…No, I didn’t,” I said. “And the character you referring to did not learn it while in foster care. He learned it from his mother’s friend years later.”

“Really? Maybe I gotta reread that—Wait!” Her eyes widened. “You read the book?!”

“I had to see what all the fuss was about.”

“And that’s how you ended up doing it.”

“No.”

“Then how?”

I grabbed the towel again, then I leaned back against the counter, looking at her.

“Same way anybody else figures themselves out,” I said. “Time. Curiosity. Trial and error.”

She tilted her head slightly, side-eyeing me.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. Now finish your food.”

She rolled her eyes again, but took another bite of her food anyway. For some reason she slowed down on her eating again, and I could tell her mind was somewhere else now.

“Would you ever consider me to be like… your sole person to be with?” she asked.

I cocked a brow and glanced at her.

“Like from a BDSM standpoint?” she added quickly.

I leaned back against the counter, folding the towel in my hand.

“…you want to be my collar?”

She hesitated then nodded. “…yeah.”

I didn’t even take a second. “No.”

She blinked.

“What? Why? You already agreed to the rest of summer. And it’s not like we haven’t done anything like it before.”

I pushed off the counter, walking over to grab her plate. The conversation was already over.

“That’s different,” I explained. “Us messing around and you being mine is very different.”

“But… I wanna be yours completely. I want the full experience.”

“You ain’t ready for that.”

“I am though.”

“You’re not,” I said calmly. “You don’t listen, Rabbit. I have no need for a sub who can’t submit.”

Her head snapped back. “I can submit!”

“Yeah right.”

“I can!”

I set her plate in the sink and turned to look at her.

“See,” I said, pointing at her lightly, “you already failing. ’Cause I already spoke and you not listening.”

She pouted instantly. Lips pushed out, arms crossing like a real brat.

I shook my head. “You’re done.”

I left her ass in the kitchen and went into the living room, needing a second away from her mouth before she said something reckless. I grabbed a cigar from the box on the table, cut it slow, then lit it.

The first pull sat heavy in my chest.

I leaned back into the couch, exhaling toward the ceiling, letting the quiet settle in for a second.

She wanted to be my collar.

Tuh. She barely listened when I told her to finish her food. I rubbed my jaw, staring ahead. It shouldn’t even be something I entertained. Before I could sit on it too long a hand slid down my chest from behind.

I didn’t move right away or stop her.

Her fingers dragged lower, then rested lightly against my belt buckle.

“You thinking too hard,” she said quietly behind me.

I took another pull from the cigar, letting the smoke go before I answered.

“You always gotta say something after I tell you no, huh?”

“Maybe I just don’t agree with your answer.”

I reached up with my free hand and caught her wrist before she could go any further.

“That’s the problem right there,” I said, glancing back at her. “You think this is a negotiation.”

“It is.” She met my eyes, unfazed. “You’re a business man, right? You know how it is. You wouldn’t take no as an answer on the first go, so why should I?”

I studied her for a second.

That defiance. I was so tempted to drill it out of her. And that’s exactly why I said no.

I let her wrist go, leaning back into the couch again.

“You don’t even know what you asking for,” I repeat.

“Then teach me.”

I huffed quietly. “You don’t get trained into submission, Aurora. You either wired for it or you’re not. And you’re not.”

She stepped around the couch then, coming into my line of sight, arms folding as she looked down at me.

“And you decided I’m not?”

“Not if you don’t listen.”

She rolled her eyes. “You keep saying that like I don’t listen at all.”

I took another pull from the cigar, watching her through the smoke.

“You don’t,” I said simply. “You hear me and that ain’t the same thing. I always gotta repeat myself with you.”

“You like that I don’t listen,” she leaned in and put her hand on my chest again, “you wouldn’t be sitting here thinking about it if you didn’t.”

My jaw flexed and my eye twitched.

“Besides,” she looked at me. “ I listen enough.”

“If you listened enough, you’d know I don’t like being touched.”

“Liar.” She pushed further. “You like when I touch you.”

See what I mean?

“I’m not arguing with you about it anymore. I said no. Get your rat and go get dressed.”

Surprising no one, she didn’t move. In fact, she even got closer, close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin. Then she lowered herself down on her knees in front of me, back straight, hands resting lightly against her thighs.

I looked down at her, puffing smoke again.

She held my gaze with no smile this time.

“I’m listening now,” she said quietly.

I let out a slow breath through my nose, leaning back slightly, studying her.

“You think this is a game,” I said.

“No, Mr. S,” she replied.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, bringing myself closer to her level.

Her chin lifted just a little to meet me.

“This ain’t about you kneeling for five seconds and calling it submission,” I said. “This is about structure. Discipline. Consistency. You don’t pick and choose those when you feel like it.”

She didn’t interrupt.

Good.

“You don’t talk back,” I continued. “You don’t challenge every direction I give you just to see if I mean it. And you definitely don’t touch me when I tell you not to.”

She swallowed, but didn’t look away.

“I can do that,” she said.

“You sure?”

“Yes Mr. S.”

Hm.

Why was I even considering it? I didn’t know. Still. I’d be lying if I said my interest wasn’t piqued.

“Go get that leash.”

She got up without hesitation and walked over to collect the leash I placed on the couch after I walked the mutt earlier. Then she returned, placing it in my hand.

“Good. Now back on your knees.”

She did it, looking up at me for further instructions. Instead of talking, I took the leash and wrapped it around her neck once, clipping it onto itself.

“Too tight?”

“No Mr. S.”

I tugged it. “How ‘bout now?”

“No.”

Again. “Now?”

“No.”

I tugged and tugged ‘til the leather buried into her skin and her eyes water. Still, no complaints. I let it go though. I wasn’t a sadist.

She gasped as air returned to her lungs, clawing at her throat but not removing the leash.

“Maybe I could work with this,” I announced.

“Really?”

“Let’s see how you do in the next few days.” I stood and rolled my shoulders. She stayed on the ground looking up at me.

I bent over and took her face in my hand.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

She nodded fiercely.

“Great. Now stand up.”

She hopped up and stood facing me. I looked her over, the robe shifted a bit, exposing her perky chest and I must say, the sight of that leash between her breasts did something to me.

“We need to get you house heels,” I pushed the robe to the side so I could get a better view. “I don’t like bending my neck.”

“Old age?”

I looked at her and she covered her mouth immediately.

“Sorry! Sorry! It’s a force of— ahhh!”

I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder, walking to the front door.

“I knew this was too good to be true.”

“I’m sorry, Marley!”

“I’m taking yo ass back to the hotel.”

“No! Please! I’ll make it up to you.”

I stopped. “How?”

“Whatever you want, I’ll do.”

Huh. I set her down. “Anything?”

She gave me a curious look. “I don’t have to be worried, right?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Are you?”

She straightened. “No. Not at all.”

I chuckled. “You should be. This is only the beginning.”

The leather hit her skin with a crack.

“Harder,” she moaned.

“You sure? I see you turning purple.”

“Please.”

Her hands wrapped around the restraints holding her to the bed frame. I hit her with the whip again and she gasped but didn’t complain.

“Enough?”

She shook her head.

“No… more.”

“Hm. Tell me why you deserve more.”

She tensed then relaxed, “Because I—”

“Stop.” I dragged the whip up her chest, onto her chin and tilted it up to the mirror on the ceiling. “Now, look at yourself and speak.”

“I deserve more because I didn’t listen. I didn’t behave and I made you upset.”

“You gonna do it again?”

“No, Mr. S.”

“Liar.”

“I swear.”

“Girl, God’s gonna strike you down in this bed.”

I tossed the whip to the side and climbed into the bed with her, careful not to touch her.

“Please,” she repeated over and over again.

I unbuckled my pants. “Please what?”

“Please…”

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Please…fuck me.”

A wicked grin. “My pleasure, Bunny.”

Watching her the whole time, I freed my dick from my briefs, then released the restraint on one of her legs. The woman was flexible. I quickly realized that as I held her leg in the air.

“Fuck,” she moaned as I rubbed my dick head against her clit, teasing her.

“It feels good?”

“Yes…”

“Look at yourself.”

Her head raised to the ceiling again.

“You like what you see?”

“Yes…”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Please.”

I entered her and she cried out. “Say it.”

“Please fuck me, Mr. S.”

My hips started rocking, slowly. “Can’t hear you.”

“Please!”

And that did it. The thrusts turned brutal and quick and deep. I put her leg over my shoulder and leaned in. My breath danced with hers as I hovered over her face, the chain I wore dragging against her skin.

She was losing it. Bucking against me and fighting the restraints.

I love that shit, I love her wanting more from me. I love—

“Fuck!” She melted into the sheets. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold it, I—”

“Shhh…” I looked at her in amusement. “It’s only the first one…”

Her eyes locked into mine. “How many do you want, Marlon?”

I smiled, “As much as you can manage, Bunny.”