Page 88 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Sheasked for me?”

“Mmm hmmm.” He fastens it around my neck. “I told you, you made an impression.” He slips one finger under the snug leather. “She’s never been with a woman before.” He tightens his grip. “You’ll have to open her world and then blow her mind.”

“I think I can do that.”

“I think you can, too.” He yanks me forward by the collar. “I know all too well what you’re capable of, little bird.” His black pupils dilate. “You, wearing this.” The leather creaks under his command. “And the things I want to do to you.”

“What’s stopping you?” I goad him.

Jett exhales heavily, with something weighing on his mind. “I don’t want to take it too far. Knowing what I do about your past, sometimes I worry I already have.”

“You haven’t,” I assure him. “I’m stronger than you give me credit for.”

“I know you’re strong. There’s no doubt in my mind.”

“Then why hold back?”

“Because I don’t want you to think I’m trying to steal your freedom away.”

“Do you want to lock me in a tower?”

“No,” he scoffs. “But I love you submissive. I love you tied up and collared and kneeling at my feet.”

“I’ve never had an issue with any of those things before. Not with you.” I hold onto his forearm. Jett is the anecdote to my poisonous past, and for him I would do anything. “You’ve always given me a choice, and that makes me freer than any bird.”

Jett’s possessiveness rumbles in his chest like dual exhaust as he pulls me against him. “You are one fucking amazing woman.”

“Keep telling me that so I remember.” I rub my nose against his as he palms my ass.

“I’ll remind you every day. Every hour, every minute.” He licks and sucks my lips, driving his tongue into my mouth. We entangle ourselves in a sizzling kiss before Jett reluctantly hits the brakes, leaving us breathing hard and starving for more.

“Go.” He spanks me and the sting jolts through my entire body. “Ellie and Kayne are waiting. Be a good little submissive and listen to Kayne. No touching unless he says so.”

“Yes, Jett,” I fuck his name.

“Good girl.” His eyes smolder with wicked thoughts. It gives me chills. “Come to me when you’re done.”

I nod, then slink sexily out of his grasp.

I WATCH LONDON SAUNTER CONFIDENTLYout of her room in nothing more than a skimpy pair of underwear and a leather collar.

There is so much fire in that redhead she leaves a trail of embers wherever she goes. Wearing her past like a pair of stilettos—regardless of how much it hurts, the only thing you ever see is the beauty in her stride.

Her strength leaves me in awe.

It’s what drew me to her that very first day and keeps me coming back.

She may wear the collar, but I’m the trained dog, pining for my owner once she’s gone.

To kill time, I check on the girls, Javier, and Jenna. Everything is calm for the time being, but every day Javier is here is another day of veiled tension. I’m beginning to think this whole situation is just a ruse. A cat and mouse chase with no foreseeable ending in sight.

A shitty waste of time.

I shut myself in my room and pull out a long piece of soft rope from the nightstand. It has become mine and London’s personal toy box. I keep everything I love to play with her within here.

I lounge on my bed threading the white rope through my fingers over and over as the anticipation builds.

Her words replay like a tune in my head. “You’ve always given me a choice, and that makes me freer than any bird.”

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