But he had to. This danger to her had to be eliminated.
Duncan helped her clean up then pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “I’m going to have to keep a close eye on those brothers of mine, the way they were staring at you tonight; I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they try to steal you away from me.”
She laughed softly and nuzzled her face against his chest.
“Thank you for the collar,” she said quietly.
He drew her back so he could stare down into her eyes. “You really like it?”
She nodded.
“Good, I’m glad. While you need a collar before we go to Saxon’s, I would be thrilled and honored if you would wear it all the time. Well, except when you’re showering or sleeping, if it annoys you.”
“Thank you. And thank you for the tracking device, I feel so much safer now.”
He cupped her face then leaned down to kiss her.
“How’s that plug feeling?” he asked.
“Like it’s overdue to come out,” she replied. “I can’t believe you made me wear it while your brothers were here.”
He chuckled. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I was suffering too. Every time I thought of you wearing that plug, my cock grew harder. Come on, I’ll take it out for you.”
He took hold of her hand and led her to the bathroom, removing the plug and cleaning it.
“Want to watch a DVD?” she suggested. “I’ll let you pick the movie.”
“You need to sleep, sugar. You’ve got dark bags under your eyes and you’re too pale.”
“I’m exhausted but I don’t know if I can get any sleep tonight,” she confessed. “I’m kind of scared to close my eyes.”
He massaged her shoulders lightly. “I have an idea. Why don’t you go into the bedroom and strip off. Put a towel on top of the bed and lie face down on top of it.”
He gave her a kiss on the forehead before sending her off with a heavy pat to her ass.
Duncan searched for the scented oil he’d bought the other day with just this in mind. He entered the bedroom to find her lying just as he had ordered.
Moving back into the bedroom, he poured it over his hands before he sat astride her and started to knead her shoulders.
“Ohh.” She melted beneath him.
Duncan chuckled. “I may not be good at romantic things like giving you flowers or remembering dates, but I give a damn good massage.”
“You sure do, Sir.”
He moved down her back then over each arm, rubbing each of them until she was almost asleep.
“Draw your legs apart, sugar,” he said quietly.
He waited until she’d obeyed him before moving to kneel on the bed between her open legs. He took her foot into his hands and massaged the arch then moved his way up her leg.
The other leg received the same treatment.
“Roll over.”
With a soft sigh, she rolled over. Duncan paid just as much attention to her front, especially her breasts. He pinched and rolled her nipples until they were stiff and a deep red. Then he ran his hand down her stomach until he reached the puffy folds of her pussy. He massaged her labia. Her legs rose slightly and he stopped, slapping his hand against her clit. Her eyes flew open.
“Remain still, baby. Last warning.”