Page 162 of Pucking Them
He’s looking as nervous as I feel.
D’Angelo smooths down his hair with a shaky hand. “This will be a big decision for you. I wanted you to have the time to process and truly think it through before we…”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My heart is hammering in my chest. I’m overheated. I can’t draw in breaths.
A sudden rush of hope surges through me.
Say collar me…collar me…collar me…
I stare at D’Angelo with bright, gleaming eyes.
If I don’t look away from him, then he’ll say it.
He’ll want me.
He’ll never throw me away.
I try not to blink so hard that my eyes hurt.
I shouldn’t hope like this. It’s going to break me.
Please don’t break me…
D’Angelo’s gaze is intense. “Normally, I would prefer a sub to actively ask for this, but you’re different. I don’t think that you would ask not because you don’t want, need, or are ready to take this next step. Instead, because you believe that Robyn and I would reject you. So, we’re making the offer. Then we’ll discuss it, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper.
I’m shaking with fear and anticipation.
Yet I have never felt so happy in my entire bloody life.
D’Angelo tilts up his chin. “Shay Prince, Robyn and I are offering for you to become our 24/7 sub. We would be honored if you accepted our collar.”
Collar.
He said it.
He bloody said it.
My eyes prick with tears.
I raise my hand, desperate to hold it around my neck and feel the weight there. As if he knows exactly what I need, D’Angelo reaches up and places his hand around my neck. He doesn’t put any pressure on my throat, but simply holds me, allowing me to become used to the sensation.
“Better?” He squeezes my neck, gently.
“Thanks.”
I’ll find a way to prove that I am worthy of the best birthday gift. I will earn it.
“Are you ready for this?” D’Angelo questions. “24/7? There is no rush. I’ll wait my entire life for you. And you don’t need to give me an answer now. We can talk it through as often as you like.”
I lean into his grip around my neck, holding his gaze and willing him to feel the sincerity in every one of my words.
