His to Command

“Look, Kate, as you already pointed out, you and I are not in a romantic relationship. What goes on in my personal life has nothing to do with you.”

A shiver ran through her at his cool, businesslike tone.

“I would still like to help you come to terms with your submissive side,” he continued, “because I think it will help you in future relationships, but if you don’t want to stay, I’ll understand.” He turned and walked toward the door. “I’ll leave you to think about it. You can find me in my study.”

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Matt swirled the drink in his glass, watching the liquid absently. Damn it, he never should have brought Kate here. He’d thought it was helping her, and with respect to her healing over the past events, it probably was, but it wasn’t helping either of them get past what was between them. He didn’t know if she would leave now or not, but it would probably be for the best.

A tap sounded at the door. Time for the verdict.

“Come in.”

He set his glass on the desk as the door opened. Kate stepped inside.

“Hi.” She glanced around nervously, taking in the hunter-green walls and the dark wood furniture of his masculine den. Her gaze settled on his and she shifted a little, clearly nervous.

“So what have you decided?” he asked.

“I want to stay.”

The knot in his stomach loosened. Maybe it would be better if she left, but he was glad she was staying.

But he knew he had to keep control of things.

“Fine. Then I think it’s time we ramp things up.”

She pushed her fingers in her jeans pockets. “Okay.”

“This will only work if you trust me totally.”

She gazed at him solemnly and nodded. “I do.”

He didn’t believe that was completely true, but they would proceed from here.

“Good. For the rest of the week, we will stay in role. You will do exactly what I say. When I say. Without question. Without thought. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now take off your clothes.”

She blinked, but then she began stripping away her garments. Her sweater and jeans landed in a heap on the floor, then she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. His heartbeat increased as she drew the garment away, revealing her perfect breasts. So pert and round. The nipples hardened as his gaze caressed them. She tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, then kicked them away. Now she stood before him totally naked. His cock swelled at the erotic sight.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me.”

As she walked toward the desk, he opened the drawer and retrieved the black leather collar with silver spikes he had picked out for her for this week. It was a symbol of the bond between a Dom and his sub. Of trust and obedience on her part. It hadn’t been appropriate to give it to her at the beginning of the week, because she hadn’t been ready. In fact, it probably wasn’t appropriate to give it to her at all, because they would never be true Dom and sub. Eventually, she would bond with someone else in that way. That’s why they were doing this whole thing. So she could eventually find her happiness with someone else.

Even though the two of them were not meant to be, however, by giving her this collar, he was claiming her on some level. He would always know she had submitted to him and accepted his collar.

He turned his chair as she rounded the desk and approached him. She sank to her knees in front of him.

“Lift your hair,” he instructed.

She gathered her long, auburn hair in her hands and lifted it out of the way. He wrapped the collar around her neck and fastened it. She released her hair and it spilled around her shoulders in soft waves. The black collar looked good against her pale flesh, surrounded by her burnished copper hair, the silver spikes glinting in the light.

“Now, suck my cock, slave.”

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