“I know. But do you?”
“I—Maybe. On some level.”
“Do you trust me to make sure no severe harm comes to you? To put you back together afterward?”
Her shoulders slump. “I do.” She shakes her head, unable to understand it. And to be honest, I don’t either. Going into this, I didn’t think trust would matter. I didn’t think I’d care for her well-being. I just had to hold her together long enough to get her to the competition. That was the plan. But sweet Jenna and her reckless, beautiful, trusting submission have changed everything.
Sheshouldn’ttrust me. The risk of Killian losing control when his temper flares might be relatively small, but it’s still there, very present in my mind. Still, I intend on letting him have her.
If he destroys the trust I’ve built with Jenna, I’ll be furious. I’m not sure what I’ll do then. Keep her to myself until the competition? Withdraw her from the competition altogether? Let her go?
That last solution has me digging my fingers into her waist, gripping her closer. I don’t realize I’m doing it until she makes a pained little yelp accompanied by a cute squirm. But instead of pulling away from me, she softens into my grip.
A surge of purpose rolls through me, and with it comes a strike of clarity. I always thought I came relatively unscathed out of the breakup with Killian’s mother, but it seems I’ve caught some abandonment issues myself.
“Go grab a chain and the pink collar,” I tell Killian, suddenly needing to manifest my ownership. “The left closet, third drawer.”
I turn Jenna on my lap to face me and hold her tight until Killian returns.
“Put it on her neck,” I tell him. “Make herfeelthat she’s owned.” An hour ago, I wouldn’t have added that last part, thinking Killian wouldn’t fully grasp it, but now I’m eager to see if he does.
He reaches around to press his hand against Jenna’s chest, just below her neck, urging her to straighten. Jenna easily follows his guidance. Eyes downcast, she breathes small gusts of air through parted lips.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her when Killian slowly moves his hand upward, wrapping it around her throat in a snug grip.
Captive between Killian’s grip and my unrelenting gaze, she succumbs to us with a beauty that rivals that of the morning sun glistening on the wet flower petals in my garden after a night of rain. Life and lust brighten her gaze, the desire rippling through her body with little wriggles of her hips and small clenches of her thighs. Her hands gripping the fabric of my button-up shirt reveal there’s nervousness as well, and it all goes perfectly together.
Killian slides his hand to the back of her head and slowly tilts it forward. She pliantly follows, right back in that submissive space he ripped her from only minutes ago.
It’s a shame that Killian doesn’t want a full-time submissive. He would be a great Dominant—if he could just tap into this kind of patient control for more than brief moments at a time.
He leans in and snarls into her ear, “This body is not yours. Your mind is not yours. You don’t own a single fucking thing anymore.” Despite his aggressive tone, his voice holds a firmness that’s extremely rare for his age. And it hits all the right buttons.Jenna lets out a whimper. But it’s not out of humiliation. It’s capitulation. And desire. Her hands loosen to rest flatly on my stomach, and a peaceful sense of calm descends upon her.
He wraps the leather around her neck, eliciting a gasp from Jenna when he pulls it tight, just a little too much—the same way I would. Then he loosens it to the right fit and buckles it.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks in that same cruel tone.
“You,” she says without hesitation.
“That’s right. Who else?”
She closes her eyes and draws a shuddery breath. “Your dad.”
He makes a mocking huff. “You might look and act all innocent, but there really isn’t much virtue left in you. Never was.” He attaches the chain to the collar and holds it taut while bringing her head back to make her face him. “Even after all I’ve done, you still want me. Am I not right?”
She makes the slightest nod against his hand on her forehead.
“I could piss in your mouth and you’d still want me. Isn’t that right?”
I hold my breath while I wait for Jenna’s reaction. She keeps still for a moment, caught in Killian’s authority. I’m about to think she won’t respond, knowing anowouldn’t please him. But then she nods. A loud, almost relieved breath swooshes out of her again, and I think she means it. At this very moment, Killian has her so deep in his grasp that she’d let him piss in her mouth.
My cock grows behind my pants. It’s been swelling and calming repeatedly since Jenna bent over the table before we ate, and it’s starting to get painful.
Killian pulls her head further back, making her breath come in shallow drags through the strain of her neck. He regards her for another long moment, then lifts his gaze to me. “I want to eat her.”
I’m surprised. Killian doesn’t strike me as the type who likes to go down on a girl. But I guess there are a lot of things I don’t know about him on this matter despite knowing much more than I should. And maybe Jenna is opening up some new things in him. I can’t know for sure yet, but the idea kindles a hope inside me.
I nod, and Killian releases her forehead.