All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,109

box, his gaze never leaving mine. “Clarabelle, do you agree to be my submissive until death do us part?”

I lick my lips nervously, my gaze never straying from his. I smile. “Yes, I do.”

His blue eyes light with a fire that has my tummy squirming, and my breath catches in my throat. He lifts the collar from the box, and I see it for the first time. It is a diamond-encrusted black leather collar that has a silver loop and a dangling heart on the front. Aaron’s name is engraved on the heart, for all to see whom I belong to.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmur as he places it around my neck. My fingers immediately go to the heart.

“Excellent. Now, let the party commence!” Lucius applauds.

The music turns more seductive and those around us begin to move about the room. Everyone around us disappears, leaving me and Aaron where we stand. Instead of joining the others, we just stand there, gazing into each other’s eyes. I sense myself slipping into his magical trance and then my body goes just a little bit limp, but Aaron easily catches me and lifts me up in his arms, cradling me. With a grin, he carries me away and down the hall to the room we used much earlier this evening—only it looks just a little different. There are lit candles around the place, in glass containers to keep them from setting the room on fire. It gives the area a romantic air.

He moves his arm from under my legs, sets me down, and says, “Stand here, don’t move.”

I do as he commands, not that I could have done otherwise. In the trance-like state, I will do anything he asks. He carefully unties the string to my silvery tank top and then removes it from me, leaving me in only the skirt, panties, heels, and collar. I wasn’t wearing a bra under the tank top; it’s not like I’d need to, as my breasts aren’t that big.

Next to go is the skirt.

Then my panties.

He stands behind me and draws his hands up my sides, bringing my hands up above my head. “Leave them here,” he murmurs his command as his fingers slide back down my arms to my legs, spreading them wider.

I stand still, my legs spread and my arms above my head, waiting for his next command. I detect something locking around my wrists and then something around my ankles, but because of the trance, I can’t look down to see what it is. He moves in front of me and begins to undress. My gaze never leaves his as he strips off his shirt and then his shoes and pants, then finally, his boxers.

He is very handsome, I’ve always thought so, but naked like this, he is like a Greek god, and my libido speeds up as heat coils in my pussy and I grow wet for him. I am his doll, his submissive, to dominate and do with as he pleases, and it turns me on like nothing ever has.

He moves around me—so close, a hair’s breadth away—but doesn’t touch me. I sense him moving behind me and then a black mask is slipped over my eyes. “Just feel, my sweet. Every sensation, every touch, will make you burn for me, wet for me, you will cry out my name with every orgasm, and you will know you are mine.”

His words, his command, sets every fiber of my being on fire for him. I need him as I need air. Something touches my wrist and moves down my arm, making my senses come alive and I do indeed burn for him. I gasp a breath and murmur, “Aaron…” as my pussy grows so wet it drips down my inner thigh. The feather now circles my nipple, teasing it, and then my entire body shakes as I come, crying out his name.

He moves to my other nipple, enticing it in the same way, and then between my breasts, to my tightened stomach muscles, and then down my inner thigh, tracing the trail of wetness. I come again, my juices gushing down my leg as my body trembles, and I cry out his name again.

The feather is replaced with his tongue as he moves up my leg to my pussy, taking it in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, swirling over my clit. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else, only his mouth and his tongue on my clit. He dips his tongue into