Verse & Vice

“Remember your poses?”

I nodded.

“Good. Show me ‘collar me’.”

My breath caught in my throat, even as my fingers skimmed the back of my neck, pulling the hair up and out of the way. My legs trembled, ready to collapse onto my knees as was expected of me –

But I found myself frozen.

Your hand drifted up my body before settling around my neck, applying just enough pressure that I felt it with every breath.

“Did you forget your poses, or do you not want your collar?”

“Sir, I –”

“Did I ask you to speak?”

My knees finally gave out then.

I didn’t want to disobey, but this…

Were you sure?

Your fingers caught my chin, then, pulling it slightly out of position so I could look up at you.

“Do you want this, little one?”

I didn’t move.

“You can speak now.”

“Sir, are you sure?”

“Of what?”

A sense of shame flooded me, mixing hotly with the anger I felt at myself for even having posed the question. My throat closed again, refusing to say anything else that might ruin this, that might make you question your decision –

You squatted down next to me.

“Mia, I’ve never been this sure in my life. But I need to know that you want this too.”

A few of the tears I’d been trying to hold back managed to squeeze their way out, but they didn’t make it far as you kissed away each one.

My voice came out thin but sure.

“Always, sir. Please.”

You stood back up then, and I noticed then that your hands were trembling slightly too.

“Very good. Now back in position. ‘Collar me.’”

I lowered my head again, arching my neck far enough that I felt the muscles pulling in my neck.

For one agonising moment, I waited.

Then your fingers brushed against my neck, bringing a new feeling with them.

The leather was cold and stiff against my skin, but it was the weight of everything it meant that really stood out. My chest rose and fell quickly, the slick feeling between my thighs growing with each desperate breath.

Metal clinked against metal, and I felt a new, more physical weight that soon transformed into a faint tugging.

So it wasn’t just a collar, then.

“Good puppy. Stay on your hands and knees and follow me.”

I did. The skin of my knees slid against the floor, trying to find some comfort or cushion, only to find none. I would have bruises tomorrow.

Fortunately the walk was a short one – you stopped in front of the couch, turning towards me for just a moment so you could sit down.

“Come here and sit on my lap, puppy.” Ah.

Whatever feelings of hesitation and uncertainty I’d had before disappeared in an instant as the rules of the game became clear. I gave you my best attempt at puppy dog eyes, whining softly.

You tugged the collar a little more insistently, applying just enough pressure to leave me no choice. I crawled my way up onto you, straddling your legs and staring at you.

“Now that I own you, puppy, you know I can do anything I want, right?”

I wiggled my hips excitedly. If I had a tail, it would have wagged.

You wrapped the leash around your hand again, pulling me closer into you as you laid a hand on my lower stomach.

“Anything, puppy.”

Oh.

My hips stopped, settling against yours, and I found you waiting for me there, hot and hard against my folds.

Oh.

“Do you want that?”

I didn’t think I could want something more.

My hands immediately fell between us, tugging clumsily against your belt. You were no less urgent, batting my hands away and making quicker work of your pants than I would. You didn’t pull them down entirely, and I loved you for it. That you kept everything on while I wore only a collar…

There was no better reminder of what I was giving you.

Now that you were free, you looped your arm behind my back, pulling me in close before letting me slide against the length of you, the blunt head of your cock pushing me apart and nearly opening me over and over again. I felt the flush creeping up my skin as more arousal poured out of me with each teased entry, the torture of it pushing me towards insanity.

And then you pushed in.

The worst part of it was how little I expected it.

Even as the first waves of pleasure spiralled through me, my walls clenched helplessly around the intrusion of you, desperate to keep you in even as they fought to find the space for you. There was no time to adapt, though, not today.

This was more than sex.

This was claiming.

You jerked your hips against mine a few times, trying to find a pace before realising the position didn’t allow it. As soon as you’d entered me you were gone again. I moaned at the cruelty of it – until you picked me up like I was nothing, throwing me down next to you and lining yourself up behind me. 

You pressed back into me and finally found your rhythm, loose and chaotic with the desire to make me understand that I was owned on a much more primal level than the collar implied. My hips moved with yours, chasing your every thrust despite your hands trying to hold them in place.

I heard your growl of displeasure just a moment before your fingers grabbed at my collar, pulling it back and arching me up and into you. Your lips found my neck, sucking the skin there hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Don’t try to control this, Mia. Let go.”

My breathing came ragged where the collar met my throat, goosebumps shivering across my skin at the feeling of it.

I would always obey you.

I loosened whatever tension I had, letting you take full control. Each of your thrusts reached deeper than the last, slowly pressing me onto my stomach beneath you. You followed me down, laying your full weight on me, trapping our sweat between us. Your hips started to stutter against the soft curve of my ass, and I knew then that it was over.

I was yours – forever.

The thought pushed me over the edge just in time for you to start twitching inside me, the pressure of your growth and my tightness making it all the more impossible to resist. Each pulse of yours met with one of mine as the warmth of you spread into the deepest parts of me, filling me in a way I’d never known before.

That was all I could think of, that warmth and your breath against my ear, as I lost myself in the pleasure unwinding around me.

Your hand, stroking gently through my hair, was what finally managed to draw me back.

I felt you pull out, dragging some of your cum out with you, and I moaned at the loss. You didn’t leave me too long, though, pulling me back into your lap to rest.

Something needed to be said, but I couldn’t find the words.

“Are you happy, Mia?”

I whined, turning my head to find you growing soft, pressing my cheek against it. I heard you laugh, pushing my hair from where it had fallen on my face.

A thin wire of fear cut through me as my brain processed the words, mangling their meaning along the way.

“You wanted this too, right Alexander? It wasn’t just –”

I felt your fingers slide under the collar again, not pulling this time. They settled against the pulse in my neck, cutting off my words before I could speak them.

“There’s nothing I wanted more than to own you, Mia. Well, except maybe…”

Your hand left my heart beat, drifting down to where your heat bloomed in my lower stomach. I shuddered at the feeling of it, blushing, and yet a smile still found its way across my face.

You chose me – and you didn’t regret it, not yet.

Now I just had to make sure you never would.