Page 42 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

“Kneel, slave,” he booms out, his deep voice echoing around the club.

Even if I wanted to resist, my body refuses. In one fluid movement, I sink down, just like we’ve practiced. A low murmur of approval ripples through the crowd, giving me a slight tremor of excitement. But they’re not the ones I care most about.

Looking up, I take in Devin’s smile and preen. He’s the one I want to please. Not them. He slides his hand over the top of my head, holding it there for a scant moment before holding up the box.

“In my hands, I hold a collar. It is meant for the one who will be my slave for life. After speaking with Jessica, she is in agreement that she is mine, just as I am hers. This collar represents far more than just mere ownership. It is a bond between her and me, a physical representation of the love and care I have for her.”

He pauses for a moment and clears his throat. His words are thick with emotion, causing tears to prick my eyes. “This collar is a symbol, not only of our shared love, but of the responsibility I take for her as my slave. With this collar, I promise to care for her, honor her, and protect her, until death parts us. Jessica, if you are so willing to accept my mastery and ownership of you, knowing the responsibility I pledge, please rise so I may collar you.”

For a moment, I can’t move. It’s not because I don't want this. I do. With every fiber of my being, I want to be owned by the man who possesses my heart. It’s the ferocity of his love that glues me to the spot.

Lifting my hand, I allow Master Devin to help me stand. I want so desperately to slide my lips over his, to seal this union with a kiss, but it would undermine the somberness of the proceedings. And so I stand there, drinking in his scent as he comes around to my back.

The collar is cool against my fevered skin as he clasps it, locking it behind my neck. It’s small and delicate, but strong. He slides his fingers underneath and tugs, showing me just how sturdy it is.

“Just like my love for you,” he whispers. “This collar is unbreakable.” Coming back to my front, he gazes down into my eyes. “Ready to seal this deal with a kiss?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

The instant his lips descend upon mine, I’m like an omega possessed. I need him, want him, crave him with every bit of me. Scooping me up into his arms, he leads me over to the cross and straps my wrists to the supple leather.

It’s just like the first time we met. Only this time, I’m facing out into the crowd, watching them as they watch me. More than that, I know it’s going to end in sex. Shivering with anticipation, I let my head fall back as he scores his nails down my arms.

“Eyes on me, slave. Before we go too much further, I want you to know my plans for you.”

“You mean besides fucking me into oblivion?” A goofy smile crosses my lips, but I can’t seem to stop grinning.

Chuckling, he plants his lips against mine in a quick peck. “Well, obviously. That part is a given.” Then he sobers. “But more than that, I’m going to claim you. This is your one chance to say no.”

“I only have one request.”

“I’ll entertain it.”

“Allow me to claim you back.”

His lips part into a wide grin. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am as much yours as you are mine.”

“That part’s a given,” I tease, parroting his earlier statement.

After a moment, his eyes darken, his demeanor far more serious. “Once we do this, there’s no going back. You are mine until death rips you from me.”

“Then make me yours.”

With a dark snarl, he grabs my thighs and hoists my lower half up. In one long, pleasurable stroke, he impales me, stealing my breath. I don’t care about the others around us watching and touching themselves. All I can think about is how impossibly full I am.

From this angle, every slide of his shaft inside me sparks along my nerves, sending pleasure pooling low in my gut. My body clenches with need as he pounds into me, driving in and out with relentless strokes. Higher and higher he takes me until I cannot think, cannot see, cannot breathe.

All there is, is him.

His scent surrounds me, making my head spin. My vision blurs as he leans forward, skimming his lips up my neck. The moment they travel down to my shoulder, my body spasms.

It’s oh so right it almost hurts. The need welling within me to claim and be claimed beats at my head until it’s all I can think about. My teeth ache with the need to imbed them into his chest, but I must refrain. Until he allows me, I cannot set my teeth to his skin.

A feral groan rips from his lips just moments before he trails his tongue over my skin. “Kessily,” he barks out. “The collar.”

As he continues to pump in and out, cool, slim fingersslide under the metal and lift it out of the way. His cock swells inside me, thickening as he nears his release. My pussy stretches around his massive knot as he jerks in and out, his rhythm slowing.

He’s so close. Soon, he’ll be mine for eternity. The instant his hot cum bathes my insides, his teeth dig into my skin. Pain and pleasure coalesce until I cannot tell one from the other. Frantic whimpers rip from my throat as his teeth bare down, breaking through the skin.

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