Page 109 of A Debt of Darkness

“You’re mine, Ivy. You’re wearing my ring.” I pause and hide the turmoil coursing through me. “My collar is no different.”

Her lips straighten as they turn inwards. “It isn’t the same.”

I nod and lift her chin, craning her head back a little as she stands beneath me. Her eyes shimmer with defiance and my cock hardens at her challenge, as my little lion makes her position perfectly clear.

“It is to me, lea.”

She nods and steps back, retreating from me. I can’t let her defiance rule her head, not over this. This is the moment that should erase the hurt of what happened with her fucking wedding rings and instead, we’re spiraling.

“I know, Henry.” Her hand reaches for my chest; if I had a beating heart, it would rest over it. “I need a little time.”

My intuition screams this is a mistake, but my head says there’s another way. One that meets both our needs and more. It could be more than I ever hoped for and I remind myself that my submissive needs a fucking firm hand.

“We’ll have a ceremony in a week.” I’m sure and she’s still. “It’s old-fashioned, but collaring you before the coven will cement your place at my side.” I wait and she watches. “It’s perfect, lea. It’s like a wedding.”

She exhales, and my turmoil rages wildly.

“Okay.”

Ivy isn’t taking the path of least resistance. She’s seen me flex and leaped forward, trusting I’ll catch her and keep her safe. I’ve listened and responded; she’s heard and replied. We’re balanced and I’m certain she’s ready, sure she wants this.

“Good girl.”

She squeals and bounces on her toes before remembering the ache between her legs. Ivy catches herself as the urge to fuck her again becomes an irrepressible need and her eyes flick to mine, wondering what response she’s provoked. It’ll be a fucking shock if she thinks it’s anything other than a damn good fucking and my eyes narrow, trawling through all my fantasies as I decide which one to enact.

Ivy wasn’t timid last night and I won’t be now.

“On the desk, lea.”

Another sound rolls off her chest and I want to devour it. I’m pressing her and she’s backing off, edging away and provoking every predatory instinct in me. I’m going to fuck my pet on my goddamn desk and she’s going to behave or suffer the fucking consequences.

Between the collar and her behavior, I’m too riled to hold back.

Especially when I catch the scent of her arousal.

Fuck, she’s responsive and I’m going to enjoy playing with her.

Last night hasn’t quelled my desire and Ivy’s provoking me with her wide eyes, fluttering eyelashes, and quickening pulse. She’s on edge and I’m chasing her over it, crashing us both towards oblivion. My girl hasn’t played this game much, but she’s doing well and I growl when her fingers turn white as they grip the desk.

“Don’t make me ask twice.”

I stand in front of her and my height towers over her, making her predicament worse. Ivy trembles with excitement and inches up onto the desk, far too fucking slowly for my liking.

She sits nervously on the desk, unsure what’s coming next.

I push my leg between hers and kick her knees apart and my perfect little pet gasps, leaning back as if she already knows what to do. Ivy’s fucking made for me and I’m going to spend an eternity playing with her, giving her pleasure as well as taking more than enough for myself.

My hands grab her thighs and yank her toward me before I wrap a hand around her throat. Gently. Controlled. Just enough pressure to let her know it’s there and not nearly enough to do any harm.

“Mine.”

She trembles and I fucking love it.

“Mine, lea.”

She nods and I love it more.

“Are you going to behave?”