Page 11 of Heartthrob

“Baby, you might want to slow down on those rum balls.”

“I know but they’re so good. I wonder how they’re made.” I can’t help but grin.

“I’ll put them on the list of things my chef makes for us.”

She giggles and pops another one in her mouth running her fingers over the necklace I gave her tonight. It’s gold and lays around her neck perfectly. I haven’t told her exactly what it means yet. That she won’t be able to take it off without the key I have hanging around my neck. That it’s pretty much a classic collar stating that she belongs to me.

“Do you like the necklace, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s beautiful.” She fingers it again. “Um, Linc, how am I going to take it off.”

“It’s designed to not come off,” I take the key out from underneath my collar, “unless I want it to.”

She gives me the cutest little frown. I pull her close so that she catches herself with her hands on my chest. I whisper to her so that only she can hear in this crowded room. “It’s a bondage collar, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“A bondage collar. Letting all these people know that you belong to me and to me alone.”

She gasps, “People know? They…can tell that you…?”

“Have staked my claim on you? Oh yeah, the right kind of people can tell.”

“Does this mean you want to tie me up?” Her lush little mouth pops open on a sigh.

“Sweetheart,” I stare into her eyes and give her a wicked smile, “how many of those rum balls have you had?”

She narrows her eyes at me before tilting her head back and laughing. The night continues on and for the first time in years, I find I’m having a good time at one of these things. But I am also very ready for it to just be me and her, at home.

Thankfully I drove us here instead of taking a limo. I have her all to myself for the ride home. I drop the top and let the cool night air course over us. The stars are out and I have the prettiest girl in the world sitting by my side. My world's never been so perfect.

“Do you ever want to do something crazy and wild?”

“Like what?”

I expect her to come back with something like getting a tattoo together but she flops back and goes all quiet on me. I pull in and think for just a minute that she might have fallen asleep. “Let’s go for a walk. You want to go for a walk?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll go for a walk with you.

I help her out of her shoes and we walk down to the beach taking the same path we did the first night I met her. “My dress is too long.”

She starts trying to fight with the zipper before I take over and help her. She steps out of the gown and throws it over one of the pool chairs on the patio before running back down to me.

“Better?”

“Much.” She takes my hand and walks us down to the water’s edge in nothing but a corset and a pair of panties. Giggling the entire way. She twirls in the sand and almost falls, without me holding on to her she would totally be face down but it just makes her laugh more. “I want to go for a swim.”

“Baby, I don’t think you’re in any condition to go wading much less swimming.”

She starts unlacing the corset. I open my mouth to stop her but she’s talking again. “I want to go swimming - like the naked girl in Jaws.”

Her corset goes flying toward the top of the beach where the house sits. I make a mental note to pick that up before we go in. “Yeah, that didn’t end well, baby. Pretty sure I would be a bad protector if I let you do it.”

She laughs again and turns to press herself up against me and I have to gather every ounce of willpower I have to not take her down to the sand and make her fully mine.

“You like taking care of me don’t you?” She dances away before I can drop my mouth to her soft tempting skin. “You like dressing me up and telling me what to do. But when are you going to take care of me in the most basic of ways? When are you going to fuck me?”

Her teeth do this little thing when she says the word where she bites her lip before enunciating the word. Her breasts are crested with the light of the full moon and I have never seen anything so breathtaking. My control is pushed to the limit.

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