Page 131 of Over the Line

“Gone.” As if they had never existed.

“You’re my sub, Sydney.”

From the first moment they’d met, she had been, even if she hadn’t wanted to admit it. With her words—her desperate confession—he once again used his belt on her, bringing her to the edge.

Then he sealed the deal, impaling his cock inside her until they were one, and she had no idea where he ended and she began.

Unraveled, grabbing the bedcovers, she climaxed.

He fucked her hard and long. Then with a possessive, primal roar, he orgasmed.

For the first time, she wished there was no barrier between them.

The realization shook her, leaving her breathless. What would it be like to have children with him? Something she’d never considered before she’d seen him with his nieces.

When they were both replete, he walked into the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth to bathe her swollen pussy.

She appreciated the way he nurtured her, ensuring that he never pushed her too far. It mattered to him that they could always enjoy another scene.

Afterward, he removed her collar.

As she slowly pushed herself upright, he stripped.

Pleasantly worn out, she kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

When he was naked, he joined her, snuggling her into his arms.

For a while they were quiet, and she lingered in a world that only she and Michael shared.

When she blinked her eyes open, he wasn’t in the bed.

The bathroom light was on, but no sound reached her. Curious, she padded across the floor to see if he was in there.

A bubble bath awaited her, and the counter was ablaze with dozens of lit candles.

He was hanging a big, fluffy robe nearby when he noticed her.

“You must have liked your surprise, Sir.”

“Yeah, brat.” He drank her in. “I liked it.”

Being his brat had its own rewards, but so did being his darling.

“My sister left an unopened bottle of champagne. Would you like some?”

The wonderful, effervescent bubbly had instantly become her new favorite. “Sounds divine.”

She sank into the tub that was just the right temperature to soothe her muscles.

When he returned, he was dressed only in jeans, and he held two glasses.

“You’re welcome to wear that collar anytime you want.”

“Maybe you should get me one that you like, Sir.”

He froze. “Go on.”

“I was reading about options. Some submissives wear a bracelet. You know, something unobtrusive that wouldn’t get in the way of ranch work or mountaineering.”