Page 73 of Until I Own You

Seth had me fill out an exhaustive checklist of all kinds of kinks and experiences, some of which I’d never even heard of before.

Now, they are all listed in alphabetical order. All the dos and don’ts and maybes.

I have so much to learn. So much to experience. I’m like a kid in a candy store.

And best of all, his limits and mine are a match almost to a T, so if we continue doing this, we won’t be settling, we are a perfect match.

I bite my lower lip. I can’t help but be a little nervous to be pushed to my limit. I know Seth won’t force me beyond what I can take. He suggested we take things slower since I am new at this.

And I can see his point, but I’m not sure. I’ve been watching from afar for years now. I’ve read all the books I can. I don’t want to do anything halfway just because I’m “new” to this.

However, Seth is an experienced Dom. I need to trust him to take care of me. To know what is best for me. Because he knows best. And he is my Dom, after all.

This time, I read through the contract twice, making sure everything is as we agreed upon, before picking up the pen.

Seth chuckles. “You’re learning, Bridget.”

I say nothing and sign on the dotted line.

“Very good. Now...”

Remembering last time, and before he asks, I pull my hair into a ponytail.

It is a strange sensation to have all my hair up off my shoulders. I rarely keep my hair in any kind of style but down. It makes sense that Seth would use this as a way to discern reality from the scene.

Not to mention, I know he loves grabbing it, using it as a way to control me.

As do I.

Seth retrieves a wooden box and sets it in front of me.

“We discussed that ribbon on your neck was a mere placeholder. So, since we now have a long-term contract in place, and I’m taking you as my sub, we need to let others in the community know you are not to be touched. Ever. So…” He opens the box. Inside are three beautiful chokers. Training collar options. “Pick.”

I’ve been dreaming of this moment all week, and my eyes immediately fall to a chain closed with a lock.

Without looking at the others or hesitating, I point to the one that hypnotized me.

“Use your words, pet,” Seth says.

“I would like this one, Sir.”

“Are you sure, pet? You won’t ever be able to take it off. Only I will.”

Knowing I’m giving him a measure of full control over me makes me shiver.

I want to give Seth that control. That trust.

If he’d have me, I’d give up all control to him.

And I never want him to question that I trust him.

“Very well. Good girl.”

Seth rounds the chaise, undoes the thin, blue ribbon, then places the training chain around my neck.

The metal causes goosebumps to break out on my skin. But it’s also the pleasure at being claimed.

He snaps the lock right at the front of my neck, the click sending a pang of pleasure straight to my clit. Then he wraps his hand around my chin, guiding me to look up at him.

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