“Sit on your knees.” My tone left no room for debate, and she quickly got up, positioning herself on her knees. I went to stand at the end of the bed and leaned my head to the side as my gaze travelled between her legs. “Wider,” I commanded, and she obeyed like the perfectly trained pet she was, widening her legs, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
“Better.” I smiled and walked over to the chest of drawers where I had placed the other object needed to fulfill the plans I had made for my little mouse. I turned, and when she saw the golden collar I held in my hand, her eyes widened, yet her delicious lips twitched in the corners, telling me she approved.Oh, did she approve.
“This is a very special collar, little mouse. I had it made specially for you.” I stopped in front of the bed, her eyes searching the golden collar I held.
I gently touched one of the five rings that hung from the collar, equally apart. It’s only when I turned it to show her what was on the front that she sucked in a breath.
I cocked a brow. “I told you, you were mine, little mouse. So it seemed only fitting.”
On the front was the word “MINE” spelled with beautiful sparkling diamonds, a golden ring hanging between the “I” and “N.” Even though this collar was worth thousands of dollars, it still didn’t feel worthy enough for my little mouse.
“It’s beautiful.” She breathed out the words, her eyes staring in awe at the collar.
I grabbed a hairband from the bedside table. “Tie your hair.”
“I thought you liked my hair down.”
“I do. But for what we’re about to do, it needs to be tied.”
I caught a glimpse of fear in her eyes, and then it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. Tatum gathered her golden hair and wrapped the rubber band around it. The way she lifted her arms reaching behind her head, her back arched and breasts pushed out. My palms itched, my fingertips craving to pinch her temptingly delicate nipples.
“Perfect.” I bit into my bottom lip, my hunger for her perfect body only growing stronger the longer I stared at her naked beauty.
I couldn’t help but think about how far we had come. In the beginning, she couldn’t stop herself from defying me, yet now she seemed to find pleasure when she pleased me. It was the most beautiful transition I had ever witnessed, seeing my woman go from an unsure, scared little mouse to a confident, self-assured queen.
Carefully, gently, I placed the golden collar around her neck, clasping it at the back.
I leaned in and inhaled long and deep, allowing her essence to fill me. “Do you have any idea what it does to me seeing you wear my collar?”
I moved around the bed to stand in front of her and allowed myself the pleasure of staring at her for a few moments, loving the sight before me. Tatum, collared with diamonds and gold, on her knees with her legs spread out just for me. This was Heaven…myHeaven.
“I’m no artist, Tatum, but the picture I’m looking at right now is goddamn priceless.”
The faintest blush of pink flushed across her cheeks, and I loved it. I wanted to see the same pink bloom on her ass, her thighs, her breasts. Pink was a pretty good color on her, a color I would paint on her skin with my palm every goddamn chance I got.
I took one of the four chains hanging from the four bedposts and fastened the end to one of the rings on her collar. My patience was starting to wear thin, my straining cock aching to feel her heat.
“My queen by day…and my slave by night.”
She swallowed, her throat bobbing up and down. I knew she was nervous, but her desire overshadowed the nerves and the fear. She was my brave little mouse…my dark little mouse.
I walked all around the bed, clipping the four gold chains to the collar around her neck. Those chains made it impossible for her to move, and the idea thrilled me.
Her blue eyes found mine. “What is the fifth ring for?”
My lips curled up. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
I grabbed one of my black ties and ordered her to place her hands behind her back. Slowly, I tied the silk around her wrists, purposefully touching her with my fingertips, igniting all her senses to create the most palpable atmosphere around us.
When I placed the blindfold over her eyes, I wasn’t surprised she didn’t react. She was growing used to having me strip her of her senses, heightening only those that mattered. Her body no longer stiffened whenever I did something that took her control away. She was turning into the perfect pet…just for me.
“Do you still trust me?” I grabbed one of my leather belts from the closet.
“Yes.” Her answer was confident. I liked that.
“Good.” I snapped the leather bands of the belt, the sound cracking through the room.
Her body jerked. “You have a belt.”