his scent as she licked her way from the base of his cock to the head. She suckled the delicious pearl of cum, licking and lapping and pleading for more until he shifted restlessly and gave the leash a tug. She shot a grin up at him but he wasn’t smiling. A harsh hunger limned his face. He opened his lips to say something but snapped them tightly shut and tugged again.
Tess obediently lowered her head.
And she consumed him. She licked and sucked and nibbled and purred around him, drew him in and tormented his glans with her tongue. She toyed with his balls and teased the sensitive spot behind them until Jared was writhing and sweating and swearing beneath her. And then when she sensed he could take no more, she enrobed him. She took him into her mouth and swallowed him whole. Pulling him deep into her throat, she worked at him with her muscles, clutching and nuzzling until he fisted his fingers in her hair and groaned.
She felt the cum. Felt it working its way up his cock, desperate for escape. She sucked harder and he whimpered, moaned. Just as he was about to erupt, she slipped her hand beneath him and nudged—just nudged—at his asshole.
He came off the bed. He came off the bed and came in her mouth, but she followed, stayed with him as he flooded her with jet after jet of salty cream that tasted so uniquely of Jared.
It was delicious. He was delicious. She drank down every drop and then nursed him for more.
He collapsed on the bed in a boneless heap and allowed her to finish her ministrations. When she crawled back up to the head of the bed—he’d long ago lost his hold on her leash—he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“God, you taste wonderful.”
She laughed. “I taste like you.”
“You taste like pleasure.”
They lay in each other’s arms for a while and then he stirred, grumbling something about how he had to get her to work or you-know-who would have a fit. Tess glanced at the clock and started. It was after eight. Marla would have her ass on a platter.
She leaped from the bed and then remembered she didn’t have any clothes. She could hardly go to work wearing Madame Monique’s contraption.
But Jared didn’t let her panic. “Don’t worry, darling,” he said. “I’ve prepared for this.”
That he said it with a twinkle in his eyes did not alleviate her trepidation. Not in the least. Not to be hurried, he bathed her again and fed her and styled her hair. Then he dressed her with care. First came a skimpy black bra with rough lace, which sent havoc across her nipples. Then a sultry black silk blouse and a tight tulip skirt. He even had shoes for her, naughty stilettos that made her wobble with every step. No panties.
“Never any panties,” Jared murmured. “Besides,” he added enigmatically, “I have something else in mind for you to wear.”
He didn’t tell her what it was. Not yet. He let her wonder.
Once she was dressed, Tess studied her reflection in the mirror. The outfit was something she might have picked for herself, but darker. She looked different. Classy and sexy and…well-fucked. She wondered if Marla would notice.
Hell. Of course she would.
Jared stepped behind her and removed her collar. He kissed the red marks it left before replacing it with a tight velvet choker.
Tess’ belly roiled. “Jared, I can’t wear this to work.”
His expression scorched her. “You can. And you will. You will wear one every day.”
Her heart stuttered. “Every day? You mean this wasn’t a one-night…thing?”
He stilled. “Did you want it to be?”
She shivered at the thought. “No.”
His body relaxed as though he’d blown out a tense breath. He tipped her chin up until their gazes met. “Then you will wear one. Every day. This collar marks you as mine. No one else will know it, but you will.” He kissed her. “And I’ll know it.”
“No one else will know?”
“No one else will even notice.”
* * * * *
Marla noticed.
That she sat in Tess’
Tess obediently lowered her head.
And she consumed him. She licked and sucked and nibbled and purred around him, drew him in and tormented his glans with her tongue. She toyed with his balls and teased the sensitive spot behind them until Jared was writhing and sweating and swearing beneath her. And then when she sensed he could take no more, she enrobed him. She took him into her mouth and swallowed him whole. Pulling him deep into her throat, she worked at him with her muscles, clutching and nuzzling until he fisted his fingers in her hair and groaned.
She felt the cum. Felt it working its way up his cock, desperate for escape. She sucked harder and he whimpered, moaned. Just as he was about to erupt, she slipped her hand beneath him and nudged—just nudged—at his asshole.
He came off the bed. He came off the bed and came in her mouth, but she followed, stayed with him as he flooded her with jet after jet of salty cream that tasted so uniquely of Jared.
It was delicious. He was delicious. She drank down every drop and then nursed him for more.
He collapsed on the bed in a boneless heap and allowed her to finish her ministrations. When she crawled back up to the head of the bed—he’d long ago lost his hold on her leash—he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“God, you taste wonderful.”
She laughed. “I taste like you.”
“You taste like pleasure.”
They lay in each other’s arms for a while and then he stirred, grumbling something about how he had to get her to work or you-know-who would have a fit. Tess glanced at the clock and started. It was after eight. Marla would have her ass on a platter.
She leaped from the bed and then remembered she didn’t have any clothes. She could hardly go to work wearing Madame Monique’s contraption.
But Jared didn’t let her panic. “Don’t worry, darling,” he said. “I’ve prepared for this.”
That he said it with a twinkle in his eyes did not alleviate her trepidation. Not in the least. Not to be hurried, he bathed her again and fed her and styled her hair. Then he dressed her with care. First came a skimpy black bra with rough lace, which sent havoc across her nipples. Then a sultry black silk blouse and a tight tulip skirt. He even had shoes for her, naughty stilettos that made her wobble with every step. No panties.
“Never any panties,” Jared murmured. “Besides,” he added enigmatically, “I have something else in mind for you to wear.”
He didn’t tell her what it was. Not yet. He let her wonder.
Once she was dressed, Tess studied her reflection in the mirror. The outfit was something she might have picked for herself, but darker. She looked different. Classy and sexy and…well-fucked. She wondered if Marla would notice.
Hell. Of course she would.
Jared stepped behind her and removed her collar. He kissed the red marks it left before replacing it with a tight velvet choker.
Tess’ belly roiled. “Jared, I can’t wear this to work.”
His expression scorched her. “You can. And you will. You will wear one every day.”
Her heart stuttered. “Every day? You mean this wasn’t a one-night…thing?”
He stilled. “Did you want it to be?”
She shivered at the thought. “No.”
His body relaxed as though he’d blown out a tense breath. He tipped her chin up until their gazes met. “Then you will wear one. Every day. This collar marks you as mine. No one else will know it, but you will.” He kissed her. “And I’ll know it.”
“No one else will know?”
“No one else will even notice.”
* * * * *
Marla noticed.
That she sat in Tess’
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