He smirked. “I’m not a full-time master, Sugar. I don’t want to own anyone in the way you’re thinking. There are people who want that, and people who want to be owned that way, but it’s not me. I want to own parts of you.”
My mind raced. “Which parts?”
He cupped my core. “Here.”
I gasped and rocked into his grip.
He moved his hand to my chest. “Here.”
I watched as his palm slid to rest over my heart. He met my gaze, his eyes as heated as ever. Without him saying the word, I knew what he meant. He’d want to own my heart.
“I’ve never shared before, but when I see you with Holden, or Barrett, I don’t feel a sole possessiveness over you. The same way I want to own parts of you, Sugar, so do they. For some reason, the three of us don’t seem to have a problem with each other. The idea of other people touching you, though?” He growled and shook his head. “We all agree that any other man who touches you gets his hands broken.”
My mind raced and my heart hammered away. “Okay. I understand. I think.”
“My pet will be spoiled and so cared for, Sugar, that she’ll probably grow sick of me.” He trailed the fabric down my arms. “I want to protect, serve, and worship my pet. After I take control of her body and make her come a few times. After I fuck her hard. After I tie her up and have her suck me off.”
I vibrated with need. “What else?”
He ran the tip of the fabric over my lips and down my neck. “She’ll be cherished everywhere, but in the bedroom she’ll be fucked like my personal fuck-toy. One that I share with my two best friends. She’ll be used and taken hard, covered in our marks and then our come by the end of most nights. She’ll be our queen and our sweet little kitten, ready and willing to take whatever we give.”
I panted as he wrapped the fabric around my eyes and slowly tied it behind my head. “Is the position open? I-it sounds great.”
A dark chuckle came from next to my ear. “Do you trust me, Sugar?”
“Yes.”
“Want some time to think about that answer?”
“No.”
He surprised me with a kiss, one that rocked me to my core as he took my mouth expertly. His hands cupped my breasts and he pinched my nipples lightly before he pulled back. “Good girl. I’m going to do something now, Sugar. Stay still, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” I heard him moving things around and tried to regulate my breathing. I was nervous, but more than anything, I was eager. I wanted to see every side of him. I needed to.
Finally, he took my hands and gathered them in front of my body. “I’m going to tie your hands now, Sugar. Say your safe word and I can have them off in seconds. You remember your safe word, right?”
I nodded and, when he didn’t respond, forced myself to verbally agree. “I remember.”
“Good. How does that feel?”
I tugged my hands apart, but there was no give. Somehow, he’d managed to make it so the rope didn’t bite into my skin at all, though. I found myself turned on from his skills, too. “Good.”
“I’m going to turn you around now, okay?”
When I agreed, Dominic helped me move so that I was facing his headboard. He had me move forward and then drop to my elbows. I felt him hook my hands to something in front of me and I could immediately tell that I was tied down and not going anywhere until he decided I could.
I tried to imagine what I looked like in that position, with my head bowed and my ass in the air. I tried to imagine what Dominic looked like as he stared at me. Not being able to see anything was intense. I didn’t know what was coming.
“Spread your thighs, pet.”
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Thatword. After hearing him describe what it meant to him, how he wanted to own my body, it made me flush with need. I did as he said and spread my thighs, desperate for relief.
Dominic reached under me and found my nipples again. Pinching and twisting them right up to the point of an ache, he suddenly let go and left them throbbing. Before I could complain, though, he was back. Something cold rubbed over my nipples before a sharp ache followed. First one breast and then the other. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever felt.