Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,44
brings you pleasure and what pain to administer, no one else. This,” he emphasizes, rattling the collar in his hand. “This gives me the responsibility and your permission to do that. And it will make me very, very happy.”
I take the final step into him, turn around to kneel in front of him as I lift my hair from my neck, giving him my consent.
“Then I will gladly wear it, sir. I am yours.”
Chapter 23
As it turns out, when we got to the club and Faron pulled Rome and West aside to tell them what I wanted to do with them tonight, West indicated that he was busy and excused himself to go take care of business.
But Rome, in all his sexy playfulness, jumped right on board.
“Well, it looks like my night just got much more interesting,” he says with a flirty wink, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in to place a kiss on the top of my head.
A growl springs from Faron’s chest, as he unlocks Rome’s hand from my hip. “Not until I say so. Go get a drink and meet us in the Amber room in twenty.”
I lift a curious brow to Faron, who looks pissed off, as Rome steps away with his hands in the air. “Okay, whatever you want. Don’t get your prissy panties all in a wad, jackhole.”
Rome swats my ass as he flounces away, leaving me next to a surly Faron.
My fingers automatically reach for the collar around my neck. “Are you feeling okay about this?”
His terse response is opposite of the words he responds with. “Yes, why?”
I motion with my head toward the direction Rome heads off in. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe just the jealous tone I detected there with your brother.”
He shakes his head. “He didn’t have to be so handsy. He’ll get his turn.”
I stifle the giggle in my throat, reaching for his hand and lifting it to my collar. “This means I’m yours, sir. Just like you said. I’m open to whatever you want to do with me. Share me. Don’t share me. Fuck me in private or in public. I just want to make you happy.”
It’s as if my words were the key to unlocking his mood, as his snarly frown turns into a soft smile and he pulls me in close with his finger in the ring in the collar.
“You make me crazy with desire and I suppose I’m letting that dampen our night together. I’m just not used to feeling this way about my…” He stops, dropping his hand and stares off into the crowd.
“Your what? Lovers? Submissives?” I press.
Our eyes connect and in it I see something I haven’t seen before – fear. But I don’t know what he could possibly be fearful of when it comes to me.
“Please, sir. Take care of me tonight.”
He inhales several deep, measured breaths, lips tight in thoughtful concentration. And then his eyes narrow, growing pitch dark with need.
“Go wait for me on your hands and knees in the Amber room. Dress off and everything else remains on. You are to keep your eyes directed at the floor.”
My stomach dips and flips, the excitement palpable and erotic energy unfolding in me as I get my first taste of his dominance tonight.
“Yes, sir,” I respond dutifully and turn to make my way through the club doors and into my den of iniquity for the night, lust rolling through me with such force my knees nearly buckle.
Entering the room, the scent of amber is soft and faint, and I get my first glimpse of the room’s atmosphere. Similar to what I saw the other night with Rome’s threesome, there’s a large bed with assorted hanging leather straps and shackles. Next to it is a table full of toys and instruments that seem to range from subtle pleasure to high intensity pain, as well as a swing of some sort hanging in the middle of the room, along with a spanking bench.
A shiver runs down my spine, tingles of anticipation, as I wonder what Faron might decide to use on me tonight. As he mentioned, he started off slow with me, and I know there’s so much more he can do in the grand scheme of things to experience his sexual dominance.
There’s a plush rug in the middle of the room where I drop to my knees, taking a look around me before I get the nerve to remove my dress.
It’s liberating. Like shedding a layer of