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embarrassed at her request, but really there was no need to be, for there was nothing I wanted more.
    “I’d be honored, sweetheart,” I whispered, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. “You deserve to be made love to, you deserved to be worshipped and cherished.” kissed her with all the tender feelings I was starting to have for her. “Are you ready, honey?” I asked, and she nodded before I entered her gently. Pulling me harder into her with her legs, she moaned. I started a slow pace, but gradually started to move harder and faster within her, she felt so fucking good, I couldn’t help myself. Reaching down, I pulled her legs a little higher so I could go deeper.
    I drove into her, my thrusts coming faster now. Her head fell back and she whimpered, her body starting to shudder. “Hold on, honey, just a little longer. I’m close; I want you to come with me.” I felt her lips start to move against my cheek, and I grinned. Concentrating on what I was feeling, her firm breasts pressed against my chest, her fingers tugging at my hair, and her soft wet sex starting to tighten around me, I picked up my pace, soft grunts and pants involuntarily coming from my mouth. All of a sudden that overwhelming feeling hit and I moaned into her ear, “Come for me, honey.”
    I felt her shuddering beneath me, and when her back arched and her hips drove up into mine, she all but lifted me off of her. Then I heard her, incoherent whimpers and cries being forced from her, interspersed with my name. The sounds coming from me where no more coherent, and I buried my face in her neck as I filled her. We were both panting and covered with a sheen of sweat when our orgasms finally started to subside. Then reality returned, I remembered where we were. I looked over to the side.
    Ethan had left the room.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 4
     
     
     
    Lexi and I were on our knees in position awaiting our instructions. Our guests were due to arrive in just over an hour, and we were both anxious to begin. Master Ethan had opened a large panel on the wall and booted a computer there. As we watched surreptitiously, he put in a disc and loaded a player of some sort. He then closed the panel and turned on the music. Listening to the chords drift through the expanse of the room, he stood looking out of the window for several long moments before coming over to us.
    Lexi and I spent the next half hour getting each other ready for our visitors. It was oddly comforting to sit and brush her long hair, or rub oil into her skin. Her tiny hands felt like heaven as she rubbed the scented oil into my overly sensitive skin. When we were finally ready, we positioned ourselves on our knees for Master Ethan and he smiled at us. He did not seem to be angry, and I wondered again briefly why he’d left the room last night if he so enjoyed the sight of us.
    I was brought from my reverie when he picked up a case from a nearby table and set it in front of us. As we watched, he opened the case and removed two handsome leather collars. He held them out for us to examine, and I saw that just as our cuffs carried an engraved Bryant crest, so did the collars. The crest was centered at the front of the leather band, and a sturdy D-ring was embedded near the back with inconspicuous fastening on the side for buckling. He brought the first collar to Lexi, and she held her hair back while he buckled it into place and secured it with a small lock. He then removed her wrist cuff and completed the same process with me. A light shudder rippled through me as the lock clicked into place. Once my wrist cuff was removed, he put both cuffs into the case and said “You will wear my collar for the duration of the weekend.”
    I would have thought that the collar would feel stiff or intrusive. Instead, it felt…right, natural. It gave me an odd sense of pride that I didn’t quite understand, because I had been collared like a dog. Granted, the collar basically forced me to hold my head