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“I want your collar, Sir. I’m ready.” The words spill from my lips like I was born to say them. “Own me.”
D’Angelo’s eyes darken, before he pulls me into a kiss.
Those two words —own me— are simple. Between us, however, they mean everything.
I can’t wait to return home to Robyn and prove to her just how much she has always owned me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
FreedomMansion
Shay
“Two dates in a single night.”I pace the small, bare observatory at the top of the mansion, vibrating with unexpected nerves. “Jude and you are spoiling me, love.”
I’m excited but anxious too.
My Robyn wants me.
She wants to collar me.
She thinks I’m worthy of that.
Except, does it mean the same to her as it does to my Sir?
As it does to me?
I can deal with pressure on the ice, but I feel like I’m the one down on one knee holding up a ring, proposing.
I try not to show on my face how much I would love to be doing that for real.
Does Robyn realize?
This room is special to me because D’Angelo built it as a safe space for me. When I first saw it, I began to trust that maybe he didn’t see me as a temporary part of his life.
The rule is that no one enters here, until I invite them to join me. It’s a sanctuary, where I have full control. Robyn is the only woman who will receive that invitation.
A set of wooden cabinets stand on the far side of the room. The roof is low, glass, and domed. When I glance through the roof, I can see the crescent moon collared by sparkling stars.
I blink.
Is that like one of the tests psychiatrists give you, where you read into things that you have on your mind? And I only have one thing on my mind tonight. For once, it’s not tonguing Robyn’s sweet pussy, even if she does look like a flame-haired beauty in that cute little orange dress.
Robyn leans against the wall, watching me closely. “Aren’t we the ones who are being spoiled? Are you going to make me guess?”
I stumble, catching myself on my gleaming bronze telescope. I wince, catching my elbow.
“Sorry, baby.” I rub my elbow and then hurriedly over the cold, telescope mount. “Daddy still loves you.”
I struggled to buy the telescope with my first salary from the Bay Rebels. I have dreamed of owning one since I was a kid.
This telescope means the bloody world because it opens whole new worlds to me.
The universe.
“Will people stop calling themselvesdaddy? It’s not my kink.” Robyn snorts. “Although, we don’t need kids. Eden has his book babies, and you have your telescope.”
That’s fair.
