The idea of having her here like that every morning was definitely starting to appeal to me. In fact, I couldn’t stop the images from crowding my mind. I took her back to the playroom and rewarded her with rope and orgasms.
Now I hold her in my lap with her head resting against my shoulder. I caress her bare skin, enjoying the softness under my fingers. She reaches out and kisses the side of my neck as she sighs, content in my arms.
“It’s nearly time for you to go,” I inform her. I hate the sound of the words as I speak them. I don’t want her to leave, but I know it’s the right thing to do.
“I don’t want to go,” she says, echoing my thoughts. She tightens her grip on my shoulders. “Please, sir. I want to stay with you. I don’t want this to end.”
“Silence, Yvette. We aren’t done unless you want to be. I just want you to spend the week reflecting. I want you to consider everything that has happened and come to your own conclusions about what you want.”
I turn her body so she’s looking at me and place my hand on the side of her face.
“I’ve never had a woman with me all the time. I need to do some research and make sure I understand everything I will need to do if you are here living with me and wearing my collar. I need to understand my own limits as well as yours.”
“I already know I want to come back,” Yvette insisted. “I want this.”
I take her chin between my fingers and stare at her, hard.
“You are defying me,” I state. “If and when you return, I’m going to punish you for that. I’ve given you your instructions. You are to think about this, and think about this seriously.”
“Yes, sir,” she says as she bows her head.
Beautiful.
*****
During the week, I speak to Holly on the phone several times to discuss my weekend with Yvette. Holly is obviously pleased with herself and her matchmaking abilities, and I roll my eyes. She tells me about her talk with Yvette.
“She said she has never felt so safe,” Holly tells me. “She’s quite enamored with you, Paul.”
“You should have told me about the scars,” I say. “A little preparation on my part might have suited her better. I was nearly in shock when I first saw them.”
“Yes, I know,” Holly says with a sigh. “I thought about it, Paul—I did. But I know you, and I thought you needed to see them for yourself without prior knowledge, for several reasons.”
“What reasons?” I ask.
“Because you might not have agreed at all if you had known about them,” she says. “I needed you to realize what happened between you and Lily was a terrible mistake, but that you aren’t a monster. The man Yvette was with? He’s a monster, and he’s in jail now because of it. I thought seeing the aftermath firsthand would bring out that fierce protective side of you, and I was right. You knew exactly what to do for her.”
I place my head down against the palm of my hand with my elbow on top of my desk and sigh.
“She wants to be collared,” I tell Holly.
“Are you considering it?”
“I bought one,” I admit.
“That’s a yes, then.”
“I suppose it is.” I lean back in my chair and spin it around to face the window. “She wants a full-time relationship. I’m not sure I’m prepared for that.”
“That’s a huge commitment,” Holly agrees. “I know you’ll think about it carefully.”
We chat a bit more and then say our goodbyes. I have a lot to accomplish before the weekend arrives, and I busy myself in my job to make sure I won’t have any interruptions after Friday. At home I prepare, and when Saturday finally arrives, I am as ready as I will ever be.
On the dresser in Yvette’s room is a long, thin box from Tiffany’s. Inside is a choker-style chain necklace with a diamond covered, heart-shaped pendant. The pendant bears a lock, but I have removed the ornate key that came with it. It’s on a longer chain around my neck.
I’m pushing my luck, trying to fulfill her request to collar her so soon, but I can’t help but be intrigued by it. I don’t know how it will change how I feel, but I want to find out. I want the symbol of my ownership plainly displayed on her. I want her to know she’s safe, cared for, protected.
Mine.