“And?”
“I accept any punishment you deem appropriate.”
“Very good, sub. Lift your hair,” he ordered.
Jane gathered the long strands of her dark-gold hair and bowed her head. Jacob locked the collar around her neck. He made sure it was tight enough she could feel the kiss of the leather against her creamy skin. Jacob gave the tag on the collar a little flick. She shuddered. He bent down, at her eye-level, and pulled out a plain black rubber band. She remained still, silent as he began to braid her hair. The golden strands felt like velvet.
“Tell me. Would you prefer to receive your punishment first, or pleasure?” he asked after finishing his task and stood back up.
She blinked. “You’re giving me a choice, Sir?”
“I’m feeling generous tonight.”
Jane hesitated, as if she wasn’t sure if this was another test. It wasn’t, but Jacob enjoyed seeing how she’d react to the unexpected change in their routine. Their sessions always went the same way. Punishment. Reward. Jacob wanted to switch it up. When he was truly alone and lying on his big, empty bed, Jane was all he thought about.
One of these days, Jane would leave him. She’d find a newer, younger Dom. Someone who wasn’t so old-school. She’d eventually tire of the games they played. Jane would move on. She’d leave a gaping hole in his heart, one so huge Jacob wasn’t certain any other sub would be able to fill it.
“I don’t have all night, sub. What’s your answer?”
“Pleasure,” she replied.
He chuckled. Of course, she would say that. They’d been at this long enough for her to know that her punishment later would be worse. Jacob pulled out the matching black leash from the back pocket of his jeans and clipped it on the D-ring of her collar. He gave it a tug.
“Crawl,” he said.
She started forward. Jacob gripped the leash hard, watching the sway of her perfectly rounded ass, the way her black dress rode up to the tops of her thighs, revealing a hint of pink. She always wore lace for him. Jacob wished she didn’t bother with underwear. He was tempted to get rid of all that annoying fabric, to expose her ass and decorate it with a crosshatch of stripes. Jane’s skin marked easily. Beautifully.
With his free hand, Jacob reached for the button of his jeans. He stopped, suppressing a groan of desire. He reminded himself to go slow, that he was the one holding the leash. Fuck it. Jacob wasn’t some cocky, half-assed young Dom who could barely control himself around his sub. She deserved better.
Jacob composed himself and walked her past the corridor and into his living room. He stopped, tugged at the leash, and considered his options. There were only a few hours in a single night. It was never enough. She lifted her head, waiting for his next order. Jacob always took her right inside his private playroom. For the second time tonight, he deviated from his usual plans.
“Lie down on the couch,” he ordered.
He could tell the abrupt change unsettled her. She trembled like a leaf, but she kept her eyes downcast as she climbed up the couch. He’d trained her too well. She would never question his orders. She didn’t seem sure where to place her hands. Jane began to put them over her breasts, but she caught herself at the last minute. She folded them right behind her neck and gazed up at him.
“Good girl.”
She flushed at the compliment. Pink was always a pretty color on her. Jacob climbed on top of her. He kept his hands on either side of her head, keeping his weight off her. Jacob inhaled the intoxicating scent of her perfume, the scent he’d chosen for her. By the end of tonight, she’d leave smelling of him and their lovemaking.
Unable to hold back any longer, Jacob took her mouth like a savage. Sweetness exploded on his mouth. She tasted like vanilla and honeysuckle.
Heat kindled from his cock and spread to the rest of his body. She parted her lips, letting his prodding tongue in. Only good subs deserved kisses from their Masters but at that moment, Jacob didn’t care. She needed this. They both did. The six other days they spent apart felt like hell.
Releasing her mouth, he moved his lips to the slender curve of her neck. Knowing how often she was exposed to the media, the public’s eyes, Jacob chose where he left his souvenirs with care. He set his teeth on the spot where her neck connected to her shoulder and bit down. Hard.
She gasped underneath him, but she kept her hands where they were. Jacob lifted his head. He took in every detail of her reaction—her blown pupils, her rosy complexion, and her lips, still swollen from their earlier kiss.
Not for the first time, Jacob wished he didn’t just own this woman one day a week.
“You’re overdressed,” he remarked.
Jacob shredded the top of her dress, letting her heavy breasts spill forward. He ran a finger over the simple metal barbells pierced into her rose-colored nipples. Six months into their relationship, he invited a close friend who specialized in body modification to pierce her tits. He expected Jane to have reservations. He’d never forget how her entire face lit up, how her eyes darkened with desire at the prospect of letting Jacob own a little more of her soul.
“I love it. It’s like a dirty little secret under my clothes,” she’d told him weeks after the piercing healed. “No one would expect famous wedding dress designer Jane Sparrow to be kinky.”
Jacob loved her a little more after that. Hell, if he was being truthful, he let his Little Sparrow sink her claws into his flesh deeper and deeper each time. Sooner or later, without him realizing it, Jane would make a home in his heart.
She shuddered as he put her left breast into his mouth and sucked hard. Then she groaned as he left his second bite mark there. He tore off the rest of the dress, balling it and tossing it to the floor. Without the obstruction of fabric, she parted her legs for him.