“Good girl,” Bryan said as he slid his hands through her hair and kissed her deeper.
She swayed a little into his grip, returning his kiss, and blushed faintly at the compliment. Maybe he would be the kind, gentle sort of Dom, since he was already giving praise.
Bryan picked her up and began carrying her towards the bedroom.
She froze in his arms, confused at how careful he was being. She was his, to do anything he wanted to, and he /carried/ her? What kind of man had collared her?
“Come closer so I can give you a kiss,” Bryan stated, teasingly. He had never done this before.
Obediently, she knelt up, keeping her eyes fixed low and away from his. Many Doms didn’t want their Subs to look them in the eyes. Accordingly, she closed her eyes, hands clasped behind her back, and held her face up to be kissed. She hoped he didn’t get angry when she kissed him back — responding was something it was hard to stop.
“Good girl,” Bryan said as he slid his hands through her hair and kissed her deeper.
She swayed a little into his grip, returning his kiss, and blushed faintly at the compliment. Maybe he would be the kind, gentle sort of Dom, since he was already giving praise.
Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Come closer so I can give you a kiss,” Bryan stated, teasingly. He had never done this before.
Obediently, she knelt up, keeping her eyes fixed low and away from his. Many Doms didn’t want their Subs to look them in the eyes. Accordingly, she closed her eyes, hands clasped behind her back, and held her face up to be kissed. She hoped he didn’t get angry when she kissed him back — responding was something it was hard to stop.
Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Skylar, what are you — no, Sky — what — GEROFF ME YOU ENORMOUS MORON!” Summer laughed, pushing fruitlessly as Skylar plopped himself on her lap. “You’ll squash me!”