Have Gun, Will Travel (The Bare Bones MC #5)(50)
Sax chuckled and drew me to him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Never mind. I know what you’re trying to say.” He paused long enough to scratch my skull through my thick cap of curls. “You think I’m too old.”
“No!” I pulled back as far as he’d let me and caressed his face. The few lines around his mouth only added to the depth of his character, as far as I was concerned. The twenty years he had on me just gave him an air of authority, of potent power. No matter what I might do, I’d always know that Sax had done it before me. He could give me advice, knowledge, and power of my own. “I meant that you’re such a free spirit. I’m sure you don’t look forward to having any kids of your own.”
“I’m not that free. I just promised you I’d give up those other subs if you told me why you left the convent.”
I looked at the floor. That was true, he had. Was this really happening? Did he intend to follow through on it? I was too petrified to push for more. I’d always told myself that was why Baldy had run—I had pushed him to far too soon. But in reality, Baldy was just a runner—another “free spirit.” Meekly I asked, “What do you plan to do?”
Taking my chin in his fingers, he tilted my face so I had no choice but to look at him. “I plan to honor my word, Bee. I hardly need those subs if I’m not going to be traveling the interstates, now, do I? Besides. I’ve got all the sub I want standing right here.”
He pulled out something from his cut pocket, and before I knew it, a piece of cool, soft leather was around my neck. I touched it. My collar! He was putting it on me willingly now, and all because I’d told him the story of the abbey. I had never thought telling a simple story would be so rewarding.
Was I showing him I trusted him? I did. I trusted him not to tell my story to anyone else. I had been mortified enough at the convent. I had not been able to protest when they’d pointed all kinds of moral fingers at me. I was humiliated day and night, living with poverty-riddled girls who couldn’t wait to pop their babies so they could get back to their partying. It had been the darkest year of my life, another reason I chose to buy a nursery. I wanted the living, the growing, the green life surrounding me. I wanted plants that would sprout and multiply, not die and vanish.
Tears stung my eyes as he fastened my collar. “Zane,” I breathed. “I’m so honored to be given this gift. I know it’s costing you a great deal.”
He shrugged, standing back to look at his handiwork. “It seems like no effort at all with you. Beatrix. I’m crazy about you, little sister. Will you kneel at my feet and take this symbol of my ownership to wear as a sign to us and those we meet on our journey?”
Like a dog going down for a bone, I practically flung myself to my knees, right there on his deck. You’d think in such a position I would feel more subservient, weaker than ever. But I’d never felt as powerful as when I looked up at my Dom. I completely made up my words, maybe based upon my scant experience with Roscoe Flantz. What mattered was my passion. It didn’t need to be poetry. “I kneel before you, Master, and I offer myself to you, bound by the chains that contain my soul. Today my life begins.” Unzipping my dress at the back, I peeled it off, over my sexy bra, down to my waist. “I kneel before you stripped bare, giving you everything. My heart belongs to you. I give you my mind, so I can always sense you with me.”
As I spoke so fervently, Sax’s smile grew, as did his penis. It was wondrous to see the juicy cock expand inside his jeans, grow long down his thigh, stiffen until it must have been painfully uncomfortable. As I spoke, I couldn’t resist reaching up and cupping the hard-on. In the corner of my eye I saw three or four people, hikers I guessed, pop into the fringes of Sax’s meadow. That didn’t stop me. If anything, I’d always been something of an exhibitionist. And I sure as f*ck wanted these people to admire Sax. I wanted them to be jealous of me.
So I fondled the dick lustfully, squeezing the base so it jutted out underneath the fabric. His glance flickered over to the hikers. I pretended not to notice them, although they seemed to be tiptoeing closer. I was dying to show Sax off, to display his studly machismo to strangers’ eyes.
“Now you belong to me,” said Sax, urging my head to his crotch.
I fell upon it open-mouthed. I gummed it hungrily, even licking the hot fabric of the jeans, blowing out to warm it. It quivered under my lips, jumping and twitching. Emboldened by the curious hikers who continued to creep closer, I cried out as I detached my mouth, my fingers flying over his miner’s belt buckle. I spoke loud enough for the hikers to hear me. “I give you my body! It is yours to take. Use me at your will. To serve you is my only need.”
There was no better time than now to reveal the cock ring I’d hidden in my dress pocket. I brandished it dramatically, looking innocently up at Sax. He helped me withdraw his enormous tool, hitting me with a hot wave of testosterone.
“I accept your desire to serve me.”
His words told me it was all right to encircle the root of his cock with the studded leather. It was a simple cock ring, the first thing I could grab in the short amount of time I had—I actually grabbed it from Madison, who promised me it had never been used. “When the hell would I find time to use it,” she had lamented bitterly.
I stroked the long, thick, beautiful cock as I snapped the ring tightly at the base. There were a few options for the snap depending on the girth of the penis, and pride swelled in my chest that Sax’s tool filled up the largest ring. By now I could see the hikers’ faces. Two women and two men in their twenties. The long-haired men wore plaid Deadhead shirts, the women long skirts and tall moccasins. Their avid faces seemed to barely be breathing, and if they thought they’d be invited to join in, they had another thing coming. Group bangs just weren’t my thing. I was too jealous for that.