Page 111 of Glorious Ruin
“Stop,” I snapped the second his back was facing me. I let my eyes track down the wide expanse of his shoulders, down the curve of his spine, to where the thin white string of the lace thong disappeared into the crease of his ass. “Bend over. Let me see what I own.”
Silas let out a soft whimper, but he obeyed instantly, arching his spine and pushing his ass directly out toward me, the white fishnets straining against the muscles of his thighs. My cock throbbed painfully against the denim of my jeans.
“Turn back around,” I ordered, sliding off the bed and standing.
He righted himself, turning to face me. I reached back into my travel bag, pulling out the final, definitive surprise of the evening. In my hands was a sleek, thick black leather collar, lined with soft red velvet on the interior, accompanied by a four-foot, steel-link leash.
Silas’s eyes went impossibly wide. I capitalized on his submission instantly. I stepped into his space, wrapped the black collar around his throat, and pulled the silver buckle tight until it was secure against his skin. I clipped the heavy metallatch of the leash to the collar with a sharp, definitiveCLICKthat echoed like a death sentence.
Without a single second of hesitation, I jerked the chain downward.
“Down on your knees, baby,” I growled.
Si let out a sharp, shattered gasp, his knees instantly buckling beneath him as he dropped onto the hotel carpet at my feet. He sat back on his heels, looking up at me through his eyelashes, his face a picture of absolute, burning embarrassment and total, intoxicating lust. He had never surrendered this completely before, but his body was charged with the need to obey.
I took three slow steps backward, dragging the leash along with me until the chain went completely taut between my hand and his throat. I gave the leather a sharp, commanding tug.
“Crawl to me, Silas,” I ordered, “On your hands and knees. Bring your ass to the couch.”
He dropped his palms to the carpet, his frame moving in a slow, entirely submissive crawl across the room, the steel links of the leash clinking sharply. Every movement of his hips made the thong cut deeper into his skin. The fishnets strained against him. He tracked the tension of the chain until he reached the small sofa in the corner of the room.
I sat down on the cushions, spreading my legs wide, and reeled the leash in until Silas was kneeling directly between my knees. I reached down, my fingers gripping his jawline with a vice-like hold, forcing his head up until his glassy, blown-out eyes were locked onto mine. I stared at him, my face a mask of dominant authority.
“Do you remember not too long ago,” I whispered, my voice a taunting rumble. “You told me to get down on my hands and knees. You made me crawl across a filthy hotel floor just to touch you. Tell me, baby…did that make you feel powerful?”
He let out a shaky, broken breath, his body shuddering against my legs. “Yes…”
I didn’t let him finish, My palm coming down in a gentle, stinging tap against his flushed cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to startle a gasp from his lips.
“No,” I corrected, my fingers tightening on his jaw. “Yes,what, Silas?”
Si’s eyes filled with an overwhelming wave of pure, unadulterated devotion. His voice entirely wrecked. “Yes… Sir.”
“Good boy,” I purred. The low words made his cock leak another stream of pre-cum against his lower abs. “Open your mouth for me.”
He parted his lips instantly. I gathered a pool of saliva in my mouth and spat directly into his open throat. He swallowed, his eyes rolling back before I shoved my thumb flat onto his tongue, dominating every sensory outlet he had left.
I pulled my thumb back, resting my hand at the base of his neck, my fingers tracing the edge of the collar.
“Now tell me, Si,” I growled, leaning down until our noses were touching. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I want you,”
“Want me to do what?” I urged, my voice a weapon.
“To fuck me,”
My thumb pressed into his pulse point. “Not good enough, champion,” I hissed. “Howdo you want me to fuck you? Say the words.”
Silas flinched, his eyes darting away to the floor for a split second, the final remnants of his pride fighting a losing battle against his need to surrender. He looked into my eyes with a raw, terrifying honesty that shook me to my core.
“I want you to take full control,” He admitted, “Not like you normally do. I want you fully, entirely in control of everything. I want you to use me like I’m yours. My brain… God, I need to shut it off. I need you to completely dismantle me until I don’t remember my own name.”
The sheer magnitude of his trust, the absolute, unconditional vulnerability of dropping his entire body and soul into my hands, I knew the immense, terrifying weight of what he was asking for. I knew that in this position, an dominant couldeasily abuse that power, but Si knew who I was. He knew that I would go to war with God himself to protect him.
I pulled him up by the collar, my mouth crashing over his in a deep, bruising kiss that served as an ironclad promise.
I pulled back an inch, our breaths mingling in the tight space. “Do you remember your safe words?”
