Chapter Five #3
She found herself really regretting her little act of rebellion right about the time Trent’s deep, rough voice started rumbling out all those things like items at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
She felt like checking them all off. Yes, I’ll take an order of bondage with a side of spanking and maybe a little double penetration to finish off the meal.
“Pet.” Trent’s voice forced her gaze up to his intense dark eyes.
It took a moment for her to realize he hadn’t been asking her a question, but rather using pet as a name to get her attention. She blinked, waiting for the outrage to hit and finding none. She chalked that up to being so horribly turned on she couldn’t think straight.
“I asked if you had a safe word you wanted to use.”
Oh. “Um, stop?”
His smile was simply unfair. A man who looked as intimidating as he did shouldn’t also have a killer grin.
“Usually we’d use red, but I want something you can say even if we’re being watched.
How about ‘master?’ Call any of us master, and we’ll know you need to stop whatever is going on.
If we’re alone, it will be an immediate end and check-in.
If we have someone from the slavery ring here, we’ll ease off whatever is happening and try to fix the issue. ”
Alison swallowed hard, the word master feeling heavy in her mouth. She reached for a joke, unsure how else to deal with the issue. “I figured every man’s dream is for a girl to call them master.”
Kyle huffed out a laugh that made her impossibly wetter. “Ah, sugar, I much prefer being called ‘sir’. By the time girls are saying that, one-syllable words are a benefit. They can’t remember much beyond that.”
His words were a whisper that went straight to her cunt, but the thing that really got her? The thing that made her again doubt whether this was such a good idea?
He winked at her, as if he knew exactly what those words did to her.
This might have been a horrible mistake…
* * * *
Why did I open my stupid mouth?
Alison cursed herself again as she paced her room.
She hadn’t even realized what she was saying until it had already come flying out of her mouth.
She eyed the window. A lock rested on it, making it impossible to climb out. Which was a stupid thought, because she could damn well walk out of that front door. As much as she disliked the alphas, she knew they wouldn’t keep her there against her will.
And yet admitting to them that she might bail seemed too far.
A knock on the door had her wishing she could turn the thing to ash with only a glare. When it didn’t even smolder, she sighed. “Come in.”
She expected Daniel. He tended to be the ‘let’s smooth everything over’ one. Instead, Trent walked in.
“What’s that?” She nodded toward the black items clutched in his hand.
Trent took one and lifted it on a finger.
A collar.
Heat simmered in her lower stomach, her skin growing hot. How could something both excite and frighten her?
He reached out, and Alison offered her wrists without thinking. Her hands were so small against his palms, and he set all the items on the small dresser before pulling just the cuffs out.
Alison waited for them to hurt. She imagined rough leather that would chafe, that would sit tight enough to scrape her raw.
Instead, something soft stroked her skin. Trent worked quickly, efficiently. After sizing them, he ran his finger between the cuff and her skin, the touch feeling far more intimate than it should have.
“Are they too tight?” Despite checking himself, he still asked.
Alison shook her head, the weight of the cuffs surprising. They weren’t that heavy, she’d guess. It was a mental thing, as though they seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, as if she could focus on nothing but the way they tugged at her.
They were padded and lined with a soft cotton, yet her entire world had shrunk to where they touched her.
“Breathe,” he told her.
Alison sucked in a breath at the command, cold air rushing into her lungs. Guess that’s why my chest hurts. Breathing is important.
He studied her quietly for a moment before moving on. “The collar now.”
How he could tell she was ready, that she’d regained her courage, she wasn’t sure.
The press of the same fabric against her throat felt as shocking as if someone had choked her.
It didn’t fasten tightly, didn’t impede her breathing at all, and yet the clicking of the metal buckle, the brush of his fingers—it all made it feel too real.
He performed the same check he had with the cuffs, slipping his finger between the collar and her neck, sliding it around to test how tight it was.
He touched the collar, his fingers sliding over the front. “You look nice in this.”
Her mouth had gone dry, as if she’d never drunk a drop in her entire life.
His lips curved into a half smile. “You’re supposed to say, ‘Thank you, sir.’”
The words tumbled from her lips, soft and unsure and yet she didn’t have to think about them at all. “Thank you, sir.”
The rush of wetness between her thighs surprised her more than it would have anyone else, she’d bet. She fidgeted, pressing her thighs together to try to keep him from noticing.
He breathed in, and a darkness in his gaze told her he knew.
“If you have trouble sleeping in the cuffs or the collar, just come let one of us know. If they pinch or feel uncomfortable, we’ll fix them.” He slid his large hand to the side of her neck, the touch solid and showing just how much bigger he was than her.
She expected him to use that grip to pull her against him, to take her lips in a kiss she was sure would melt her.
Hell, she had no doubts that if he tried—even a little—he’d not only get a kiss but have her on her back in a heartbeat.
Somehow, all those nerves, all the things she’d been nervous about, all transformed into pure lust.
Except he didn’t.
He dragged his thumb along her jawline before releasing her. “Goodnight.”
Alison didn’t get the chance to even respond before he left the room.
Her gaze floated past the full-length mirror on the door, and something that dangled at the front of the collar caught her attention.
She went closer, catching the silver—a heart-shaped padlock that hung from a loop—and twisted it to read the engraving.
Ali
It had been made for her, with her name. She clutched the heart between her fingers, the collar still warm from Trent’s grip.
The entire list of things she’d filled out ran through her head as she recalled Trent’s large hand against her neck, the way he’d checked the fit of each item, and she let out a broken moan at how badly she suddenly wanted to try out that list with him.
Which meant she was in trouble, and not just from the slavery ring.
* * * *
Trent groaned as he stroked his cock. He’d heard Alison moan when he’d shut her door. He’d breathed in her delicious scent, knew she’d been drenched when he’d put that collar on her.
It had been years since he’d collared a woman, and he’d forgotten how damn pleasing it was to do.
And he wasn’t made of stone, damn it, which left him in the shower, his hand around his dick, his other arm against the wall, the water streaming over him.
That omega is a menace. Something about her strange dichotomy got him. She was tough as nails, had gone head to head with him that first night, but then she’d turned naive and innocent a heartbeat later. It wasn’t fair, damn it. No one could resist that.
And he didn’t have to resist in his own head. He pictured holding that collar as he fucked her from behind. He pictured putting clips on her nipples, blowing cool air over the peaked tips.
“Fuck,” he growled out, moving his hand faster.
When he came, it was with something far too close to a roar for his comfort. He was left panting and tired and far too fucking confused about what had come over him.
He hadn’t ever wanted a female like this. Why was it the one female he couldn’t possibly have?
How the hell was he supposed to act like her Dom, train her, treat her like a slave while also keeping her at a distance? He tried to picture running his hands along her skin, teaching her what positions to stand in, how to kneel and not giving in to even the slightest kiss.
Impossible.
And yet he had to find the strength. He had to build up his defenses to her charms because he had a job to do. He couldn’t ignore what needed to happen for what he wanted.
He’d given up so much before to do what was right, and he’d give up what he wanted this time, too.
He had to.