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Propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand skims up my abdomen toward my breasts, and he gently toys with the silver chain connecting my nipple clamps. My breath hitches, eager for whatever else he will give me.

Instead of rolling over for more sex, however, Kristof locks eyes with me, and a small smile lights up his face.

“I have a surprise for you.”

My heart leaps and my eyes widen. “A surprise?”

“These past few weeks, you’ve really pleased me, beyond any expectations I set for us. So, this was the last time I’ll fuck you in the basement.”

My mouth falls open, unsure if he’s saying what I think he’s saying.

“Sir, you don’t mean… no more sex, right?”

“No.” Kristof chuckles. “You’re leaving the basement. Your new bedroom? It’s all ready for you.”

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ALENA

“What?”

His words don’t feel real. Right here, with the heat of his body warming my own as the post-orgasmic heat dies down, there’s nothing I want to do other than just lie here. His time spent with me doing sweet, affectionate things like cuddling is barely anything to write home about, so having him next to me on the bed is a moment I want to savor.

But he’s talking about my new bedroom, about leaving the basement, and for some strange reason, I almost don’t want to.

“Alena?” He quirks a brow as my stunned silence drags on.

I wet my lips and swallow hard. “You’re taking me out of the basement?”

“Yes.”

“You… trust me?” When I first got here, he told me straight that he didn’t have any faith in my assurance that I would have come here if he’d just asked me. I was to prove it to him through actions, not words.

“I trust that you know how things stand,” Kristof replies as he sits up.

Immediately, I miss his warmth, so I sit up too, ignoring how my core pulls as my heart picks up in excitement. I’ve done it. I get my own bedroom. A wide smile pulls at my lips while Kristof rummages in his pocket.

He pulls free a slim, black leather collar attached to a silver chain that pools delicately in his lap.

“I want to show you the house, then I will take you to your bedroom,” he says.

Standing, he offers out his hand to me, and I take it, sliding from the bed and facing him on unsteady legs. He leans close and encourages me to bend slightly, replacing the butt plug with practiced ease. Being filled once more makes the ache of loss from his cock less loud in my mind, and a calmness settles over my shoulders despite the hamster wheel spinning in my mind.

Why does my stomach twist? Why am I nervous? Leaving the basement is a good thing because it’s one step closer to the relationship I’ve desired since my crush on Kristof first reared its head. It means he’s pleased with me, and the next step of my life can begin. Yet, as exciting as all of that sounds, there’s something strange about leaving this room. I’m safe here, and the little bubble of pampering and reading that I’ve created for myself is a safe haven.

Leaving it feels alien.

“Chin up,” he instructs, breaking through my thoughts, and I obey immediately.

The soft leather collar closes around my throat like a whisper. It’s made from leather that’s so butter-soft that I almost can’t even feel it until he picks up the silver chain and tugs me forward slightly.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper, and he seals the clasp on the collar with a kiss. Then his lips claim mine in a biting, powerful kiss that fully silences my mind of all running thoughts.

This is good. This is really fucking good.

With light pressure on the chain, Kristof leads me out of the basement and up a set of stone stairs that are chilled underfoot. Just as I consider asking for socks or something, he leads me through a sleek door and my toes press onto a heated wooden floor. It’s utter bliss, and a noise of surprise escapes me.

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