Chapter 19: Collar or Contract
The diamond’s cold point pressed into the hollow of Evelyn’s throat, stealing her breath more effectively than Dominique’s weight pinning her to the silk sheets. City lights bled through the vast window, painting shifting patterns on the ceiling, on Dominique’s sweat-slicked shoulders, on the gleaming silver collar held like a brand against her skin.
"Marry me, you filthy perfect slut," Dominique growled, the command rough, urgent, possessive. Her eyes, dark and fathomless in the low ambient glow from the bedside candles, held Evelyn completely captive. The scent of expensive citrus and sandalwood warred with the musk of their exertions, the lingering tang of salt and arousal. "So I can degrade this tight little hole every night for the rest of our lives."
Evelyn’s gasp morphed into a choked moan as Dominique’s other hand, slick and demanding, plunged two fingers back into her swollen, oversensitive cunt. The intrusion was immediate, claiming, stretching her inner walls that still fluttered with the aftershocks of their earlier intensity. Dominique didn’t thrust yet; she held them deep, a pulsing anchor point, her thumb finding Evelyn’s throbbing clit and grinding against it with relentless pressure.
"Every. Single. Night," Dominique emphasized, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that vibrated through Evelyn’s core. She rotated her fingers slowly, deliberately, inside Evelyn’s clutching heat. "This cunt belongs to me. Your throat belongs to me. That pretty asshole I’ve barely started breaking in? Mine. Say it."
The diamond dug deeper. The pressure on her clit was exquisite agony. Inside, Dominique’s fingers curled, finding that spot that sent lightning up Evelyn’s spine. "Y-yours," Evelyn choked out, her voice ragged. "All yours, Dominique. Fuck." The admission, raw and desperate, felt like shedding a final layer of her old, reserved self. The woman who walked into the golden throne room weeks ago seemed impossibly distant now.
"Good girl," Dominique purred, a predatory satisfaction warming her tone. She began to move her fingers with purpose now, a slow, deliberate fucking motion, in and out, her thumb never ceasing its punishing circles. "My perfect little piss-slut. You swallowed every drop I gave you earlier without hesitation. Proved how much you crave my degradation. How beautifully you submit." She leaned down, her breath hot on Evelyn’s ear. "Now prove you want to be mine forever. Beg me to lock this collar on."
The sensations crashed over Evelyn – the relentless stimulation on her clit, the deep, stretching penetration, the sharp bite of the diamond, the overwhelming possessiveness radiating from Dominique. Her hips bucked helplessly against the hand working her. "Please," she whimpered, the word torn from her. "Dominique, please… lock it on me. Make me yours. Fucking own me!"
Dominique’s answering smile was a flash of white in the dimness. "Louder, Evelyn. I want the city to hear my slut beg." She increased the pace, her fingers pistoning faster, a wet, obscene rhythm filling the room. Her thumb pressed harder, grinding the swollen nub.
"FUCK! YES!" Evelyn cried out, arching off the bed, her vision blurring. "Lock it! Please, lock the collar on! I’m yours! Your filthy slut! Your piss-hole! Your fuck-toy! Own me! Degrade me! EVERY NIGHT! PLEASE!" The words spilled out, filthy and fervent, each one sending another jolt of desperate arousal through her. She was teetering on the edge, the coil in her belly tightening impossibly, drawn taut by Dominique’s masterful manipulation.
Dominique watched her, eyes blazing with dark triumph. She slammed her fingers deep one last time, curling them ruthlessly, her thumb pinching Evelyn’s clit hard. "Come for me, fiancée," she commanded, the word a shocking, electric counterpoint to the filth. "Come all over my fingers and show me how much you belong to me."
The command, the possessiveness laced with that unexpected title, shattered Evelyn utterly. A raw, guttural scream tore from her throat as her orgasm detonated. It ripped through her like a wildfire, violent and all-consuming, her cunt clamping down viscously on Dominique’s invading fingers, milking them as waves of pure, electric ecstasy convulsed her body. Her back arched impossibly high, every muscle locked in exquisite agony as she pulsed around Dominique’s hand, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Dominique held her through it, fingers still buried deep, her own breath coming in harsh gasps as she witnessed the force of Evelyn’s surrender. She maintained the pressure until the last tremors subsided, leaving Evelyn a gasping, boneless wreck beneath her, sweat-drenched and trembling.
Slowly, deliberately, Dominique withdrew her glistening fingers. She brought them to her own mouth, her eyes locked on Evelyn’s dazed ones, and slowly, obscenely, sucked them clean. Evelyn watched, a fresh pulse of wetness gathering between her thighs at the sight. "Fuck, you taste divine when you break," Dominique murmured, her voice thick with arousal.
She then lowered the collar. Not to lock it, but to press the cool silver band, diamond glinting, against the flushed skin of Evelyn’s heaving chest. She traced the outline with the pad of her thumb, leaving a damp trail. "Soon, my perfect little whore," Dominique promised, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper heavy with unfulfilled promise. "After I’ve fucked you properly. We have all night." Her gaze drifted lower, the intent clear. "And I haven’t even started on your ass yet."