she said, her voice small. "If we're going to do this properly..."
When it appeared in her hands it looked perhaps like a heavy metal torc,
except the inner edge was slightly padded, and there was a metal ring
attached to it. She undid the catch and opened it out, then she held it out
Christian had been the only one she'd let collar her before, and he'd
betrayed her, broken the vows he'd made to care for her. There was no
question Galain would look after her, treasure her. The question was, was
she about to completely freak him out. A collar could be as significant and
binding as a wedding ring. "Only if you want to," she said
quietly. "I will completely understand if you don't want me to wear
the torc and eyed it, and then he eyed his wife. There was no question that
he was aroused by what was transpiring here and he brushed one side of her
face with a thumb. He never said a word. Instead he simply leaned in and
kissed her and when he drew away the collar was snugly around her neck. He
pressed the catch closed with a click and looked intently into her eyes.
"This would be new," he stated honestly. running a finger along
Ghet gave a
little whimper, her back arching up off the bed as the collar snapped into
place. Her breathing was short and shaky as he ran his fingers over it, the
symbol of her utter physical submission to him. "New," she managed
to say. "New is good, right? And like all the best new toys, it comes
with all kinds of fun little attachments. Oh, and I can't take it off. Only
you can. Your mind's just dancing with possibilities now, isn't it?"
Her tone, though shaky, was light, but underneath... they both understood.
They could laugh about it, but it went deep, what they'd done.
more than aware of what they'd just done in the simple act of putting that
collar on. His breath rattled in his throat when she arched to him. He
stared raptly at her as she spoke.
"New is good," he repeated softly. Attachments? He stared at the
little ring and touched it softly. Attachments. Well all righty. But when
she mentioned that she couldn't take it off, that only he
could he sank down a bit.
"My gods," he said. "Oh my gods." He gave her a sly
little smile. "This is... oh my gods." His mind was indeed dancing
around. Madly. "Show me these attachments?" He asked, more than a
a little shakily. "Now, if I could take it off, where would the fun be?
Once it's been closed, it only opens for the same thumbprint. So if you
wanted to leave me in it, there'd be nothing I could do about it. And you
can clip just about anything on here. What do you want, lead,
wrist-mannacles, these two little chains that come down and clamp on hard, here..."
She took his hands, and kissed the palms, knowing there was a whole new
world they could explore between them, and there was no rush at all.
His head was
spinning and her kisses on his palms calmed him down. This was their path
together and the sheer delight of traipsing down it hand in hand had the elf
feeling more than a little giddy. He kissed her and then drew back, touching
the collar again. She didn't have to do this for him, not at all. But the
very act, the very suggestion of what this collar meant took his breath
"The lead first," he said.
have laughed her head off if she'd realised he thought she was doing this
for him. Yes, she could be self-sacrificing, but not right now. This
was... oh yes, this was something she very much wanted.
The lead she produced was black leather and about four feet long. She handed
it to him with a barely-suppressed shiver, craning her head back so he could
attach it easily. Those little clamps, though... okay, now she needed a good
slapping to clear her head. Or possibly fog it up some more.
paused a moment and suddenly laughed.
"You're enjoying this more than me," he observed before he clipped
the lead on. He wound the end around his wrist and pulled tightly, kissing
Ghetsuhm hungrily, his body definitely displaying just how much he
was actually enjoying this.
He yanked on the lead suddenly and broke away from the kiss, eyeing his
"Well now I've got you," he drawled.
savagely. "You'll get no argument from me. Obviously." Then she
was being jerked around on the end of the lead and trying to get some kind
of control over the intensity of her response. She arched her body so she
hung from the collar and lead, though she couldn't help but rub herself a
little against his hardness. There was a slight constriction on her
breathing with her head on this angle, and it was delightful.
"So you have," she gasped, her eyes heavy-lidded with arousal.
"What are you going to do with me now?" She was desperately hoping
the answer wasn't 'wander off and leave you here', 'cause she'd probably
Galain was realizing at last the intensity their relationship and marriage
had reached. She wasn't arguing, she wasn't fighting. She was enjoying.
He jerked the lead again, noted how Ghetsuhm tried to gain control and
whispered into her ear.
"You gave me this control. I won't kill you. You know that. I--"
He shut up and watched her body arch, hanging as she was. He gripped the
lead harder and let out his own cry. He was so hard he wanted to scream with
"It's not enough," he said with surprise and held forward his
hand. He was a quick learner. "Clamps," He said quietly. He kept
thinking of braces, but clamps were good. So good. He eyed her and laughed
suddenly, surprised. "You'd wear this thing everywhere?" He was
curious, intrigued, wanting to know. Prurient? Perhaps.
"Well hells, I'm going to love you of course. My gods." His wife
was his slave. He dropped into her suddenly and then withdrew, sucking in
was spinning. Her body was still shaking with the pleasure he'd given her,
and the beating - every couple of minutes, her whole form would twitch, her
nerves still trying to process the intense sensations. When he licked at
her, she gave a long, quiet moan. Her soul twined with his, in beatific
She reached over and stroked his hair. There was blood in it. He was her
Master now, as much as he was her husband and her bondmate and her lover.
She could not have been happier.
his gaze, and after a moment, she flushed, tears threatening. "I
wouldn't have minded if... you know, if you hadn't wanted to. It wouldn't
have worked for me if it didn't work for you. But I'm so happy you
did." One of her hands had moved to stroke his thigh idly. "You
really want me to wear it... out? People will ask questions."
cry," he said softly. "We are together. Your soul is my soul and
my soul is your soul. What works for one, works for the other. Yes?" He
was all gentleness now and kissed her again and again.
"I would love for you to wear it... out. But I don't want to create
discomfort. Of course we usually manage to raise eyebrows anyways. I --
won't play Master on this question. What do you want, love?"
for a moment. It was important enough that she should actually stop and
think. "It's a trade. My trust for your care. But it depends on us
working together well enough so that you can feel you know what I would
want. See? So if it's complicated, we need to sort it out."
She thought hard about all the possible scenarios. "I would be proud to
wear it. Most people won't understand what it means. They'll ask. You may
get some confused or even slightly ugly feedback. 'Hey you beat your wife'
feedback. Now, I can take it if you can. People are going to think I'm
insane, but they do that anyway."
listened and considered -- it was a trade and he gleaned as much. So much
trust had been required just for Ghetsuhm to produce that collar and let him
place it on her. His heart skipped a few beats as he remembered putting the
thing on and the reaction she'd had. Her trust for his care. His very
careful, gentle, loving care. Would anyone understand or care to understand
that what he and she did? Few probably would. A growl rose in his throat and
he bit it back.
"Ghetsuhm, I'm your husband. If I'm not working with you I'm pretty
worthless. How complicated can it be? Unless there are things I need to
know? And I want to know. This is new for me." He arched an
eyebrow and looked at her. He touched the collar now with his fingers and
chuckled before she could answer.
"Please wear it. I might let you take it off sometime, but do wear it.
We've never failed to raise eyebrows before or earn confused or ugly
feedback. We take it together and we grin like fiends. Besides, you have
free rein to beat me back any time. You're my wife, my partner, my battle
buddy, my... bosom buddy even." At that point he nuzzled her breasts,
laughing against her soft skin.
her fingers in his hair and kissed the top of his head as his mouth teased
her breasts. She loved him so much, he had always been so good to her. The
thought of someone criticising him always made her a bit... cranky.
"Then I'll wear it, and with pleasure. And damn them. This is our love,
She sighed. There were things in her past she needed to deal with now.
"It's... it's not new for me. You know that. But it is new,
because it's us. We'll find out what works for us, and by the gods it'll be
a fun process. It won't be the same as it was for me with Christian, and for
that, I'm very grateful." She shook her head, though from his current
position he couldn't see it. "Never worthless, anarnya. Never. The
centre of my universe, yes. I was always a little afraid when I was with
him. You would never hurt me like he did. And..." She frowned, trying
to find exactly the right words. "There's a difference between...
taking pleasure from hurting me, and taking pleasure in the pleasure I take
from being hurt. He wanted to make me suffer. The fact that I enjoy being
beaten, cut, broken... that was just a tool to get me to do what he
She lowered a hand to stroke across his back. "And you never know, I
might be persuaded to beat you back sometimes."