The Collar (The Submissive 6)

Was Dena in his room? Why? Snooping through his socks?

He pushed the door open with a grin, but stood frozen at the sight that greeted him.

Dena was naked and kneeling on his floor.

Images of days long since past ran through his head. The numerous times she had knelt for him, the evenings he’d come home from work to find her waiting exactly like she was now. Seeing her in the same position nearly knocked the breath out of him.

“Dena,” he whispered, and she flinched.

“I had a rough day in court, Sir.”

So that’s what it was. He shouldn’t be surprised. She’d requested play sessions after bad days before. It was only that seeing her in his bedroom, waiting. He’d thought …

It didn’t matter what he’d thought. She needed him to take control, to use her, and to allow her the escape and release necessary to ease her physically and mentally. He could do that. He would give that to her.

One last time before he left.

“I’ll take you to the playroom,” he said. “But I still won’t fuck you.”

“I understand, Sir.”

He didn’t know why he insisted on that, what point he was trying to prove. Maybe he was only trying to show that he was over her and didn’t want her. But any fool could see that wasn’t true.

“Stand up and walk in front of me to the playroom.” He wasn’t going to do anything in his bedroom. Not the room they used to share. It had been hard enough the last time to get over the memory of her being there.

Dena rose to her feet, unaware of his inner turmoil, and brushed her hair back from where it’d fallen. If he closed his eyes, he could remember the smell. His fingers knew how soft it’d be.

Hell, who was he fooling? He wasn’t over anything.

Dena’s hips swayed as she walked, and he knew it’d take every ounce of his self-control not to take her. He was uncomfortably hard as it was.

“I want you bent over the padded table,” he said, running through his head what he planned for the evening. “I forgot how much I enjoyed spanking your ass until I did it the other night.”

She sucked in a breath, obviously remembering the spanking he’d given her the night of the botched demo. But she walked over to the table like he asked and bent over it, her ass facing him.

He washed his hands at the sink he’d had installed in the room and then took an anal plug, lube, and a wooden paddle and moved to her side.

She didn’t jump when he touched her, but groaned softly when he placed the collected items beside her head so she saw them. Anal play wasn’t one of her favorite things to do.

“Is someone regretting asking to play?” He gave one butt cheek a swat.

“No, Sir. Someone’s regretting not being more specific when she asked.”

“Too damn bad.” He squeezed a fair amount of lube onto his finger and teased her anus. Pushed the tip in slightly. “You said you had a rough day in court. I’m going to help you forget.”

She started to speak, but he slapped her ass. “And if you’re smart, you won’t speak unless you’re asked a question. Of course, if you’d like a repeat of the last spanking I gave you …”

She was silent.

“Good choice. I’d much rather use pleasure to help ease the stress of your day.”

With that, he took his time pushing his finger inside her while teasing her slit with the fingers of the other hand. She stayed still and silent, taking what he gave her.

“I’m going to push the plug in now,” he warned her. “Then I’m going to spank the bad day out of you.”

She tensed her backside, but he was quick to tease her clit, causing her body to relax. While one hand continued the tease, he used the other to gently push the plug in.

“Damn, you’re tight. How long has it been?”

“Please, Sir.”

He didn’t understand what she was asking. “Please what?”

Her reply was so low, he had to drop his head to hear. “Please don’t ask me that, Sir.”

“Tell me, Dena.” He tenderly swept her hair to the side and placed a kiss on her temple. “There have never been secrets between us in this room. Let’s not start keeping them now.”

She took a shaky breath. “You were the last, Sir.”

If he thought finding her naked in his bedroom had knocked the wind out of him, that was nothing compared to her confession in the playroom. He couldn’t get his muscles to move. “What?” he asked, noting her knuckles had turned white from the way she was clutching the edge of the table so tightly.

“You stopped.” There was a catch in her voice.

He brushed a hand down her body. She wanted him to continue, but he wasn’t ready to resume the scene yet. “Do you play with anyone outside of a training scene?”

Her deep sigh told him she had resigned herself to answering his questions. “Very infrequently.”

“When was the last?”

“About nine months, Sir.”

He thought back, trying to remember when he last saw her with anyone at a party and realized with a start he couldn’t.

Nine months.

Nine months of nothing but Doms in training who wouldn’t know how to play her body, drawing the exquisite pleasure out of her. His plan for the evening changed immediately. “Turn around, Dena.”

She didn’t want to. She moved slowly and hesitantly. But she wanted to obey him more, so she complied. Her questioning eyes met his.

“I’m not stopping,” he assured her. “I just decided I’m not going to spank you.” He nodded to the table. “Hop up with your ass to the edge.”

The relief was evident in her expression as she followed his directions, but there were still questions in her expressive blue eyes. He took her legs and spread them, not bothering to tell her to keep them where he put them. She knew his expectations.

He kissed the inside of one thigh. “How long has it been since someone who knew what they were doing tasted this delicious pussy?”

A tremor shot through her legs. “A long time, Sir.”

“I want a number.”

“Ten months.”

Ten months. Unreal. He beat back the jealousy he felt while wishing he’d known she was spending all her free time in training scenes. She deserved better.

And if you knew, what would you have done? Asked her if you could stop by her house for a quickie?

No. He wouldn’t have done that, but maybe he could have done something to make sure she was getting some sort of satisfaction.

“Does what you’re doing with the training sessions fulfill your needs?” He placed a kiss on her other thigh.

“Some of them, Sir.”

“And have you spoken to Daniel about needing more?” Since Daniel was the Dom working with her in the training sessions, he would be the one she should talk to first.

“I hinted that we could play a few months ago, but I think he’d already met Julie. He didn’t take me up on it.”

The jealousy roared to life again, but he knew he’d have to bring that up with Daniel. His friend’s mind might have been preoccupied, but he still needed to make sure a submissive in his care was attended to properly. If Daniel didn’t want to play with anyone other than Julie, that was fine, but at least ask another Dom to help.

Like you? he asked himself, not bothering to answer.

Taking his own advice, he pushed all thoughts of Daniel to the back of his mind and focused on the beautiful submissive currently in his care. “You’re not allowed to move,” he told her. “But you