The desire Elsie has for John is evident in the way her body is pulled towards him, and in the way her eyes devour him. But what is in her heart, what makes her soul call out to his from the deepest recesses of some place unknown is something beyond human, beyond comprehension and understanding. It can only be divine love.
She has given herself to him, completely. She is his goddess, who worships him, and he is her master, that is enslaved to her, whose only wish is to adore her.
Elsie stands in front of John, they’re both naked, her heart is racing, but she no longer feels any reservations about what will happen between them. She feels only excited anticipation of the pleasure he’ll give to her in return for the gift of herself.
John’s hand strokes her soft skin, her paleness a beautiful contrast to his velvety golden-tan skin. His feather light touch sends an erotic ripple through her, raising goosebump on her skin.
“I have something for you, Angel,” John says softly as he reaches for an indigo velvet pouch, sitting next to a pink box, on the end table.
Elsie watches, her heart racing, surprise momentarily robs her of her ability to speak.
John pulls open the shirred neck of the pouch and removes something, before returning the pouch to the table. He holds it out between his two hands. It’s a black velvet choker with pearls and rhinestones delicately laced through it, with a sapphire dangling from the center.
“I would like you to wear this…for me. Do you know what it signifies?” he softly questions, with a hint of trepidation in his voice.
Before he even realized it, he’d given Elsie his heart. She holds him in the palm of her small hand. With this gift, he’s asking her to belong to him, only him, to trust him to protect her, to give her everything she needs, to submit herself to him completely, and promising he will take care of her. He wants her. All of her. Completely. Him alone.
“I…I think so…,” she answers hesitantly, wide-eyed, afraid to touch the delicate thing of beauty he’s holding.
Which is why he chose this particular piece. It symbolizes her, strong yet delicate, powerful yet feminine, hints of darkness with bright glowing light. It’s a soft design with a vintage feel and modern touches. Everything that she is, all the secrets of the past, with promises of the future wrapped up in a beautiful work of art.
“It’s a type of collar, Angel, but for you and me it’s so much more than that. With me, your inner submissive blossomed like a wildflower, breaking through the barriers and reaching for the sun. But I don’t want you to be my submissive, I want you to be exactly who you are, like you’ve always been. Because you already know, instinctively, that I will give you what you need, always, anywhere, anytime. I want you to be mine. I want you to belong only to me, Elsie.”
John searches Elsie’s eyes looking for a sign to tell him what she is feeling, to let him know if this is what she wants.
“Will you wear it, Angel…do you want to?” he asks his voice almost breaking.
Elsie is amazed…and ecstatic. This man, this powerful, strong, beautiful, man wants her. Completely. All of her, her scars, her past, her uncontrollable mouth and her talent for saying the wrong things at the wrong times. Everything. This man whom she’s fallen madly and deeply and hopelessly in love with, wants her…and maybe, just maybe, he loves her too.
“Are you kidding me, Mountain Man? There is nothing that I want more,” she beams as she throws her arms around his neck. Her naked body presses against his bare chest, and the feel of the cool metal from his nipple piercings sends tingles through her. She covers his face in tiny, fierce, kisses as a laugh of relief escapes him.
“Ok, ok Angel, let me put it on you,” John says, wrapping his arms around her.
She turns, facing away from him, he slides the strip of black velvet around her throat and clasps it behind the slender column of her neck. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he lays a gentle kiss on the red heart at the base of her neck, peeking out from under her choker. John smooth’s his hands down Elsie’s arms, takes both of her hands in his, and wraps both of their arms around her, resting them just under her breasts. He lowers his face to the side of hers and whispers in her ear.
“I have another present for you, Angel.”
“You do?” she asks as another shiver of excitement courses through her.
“Yes, come,” he says, his voice becoming low and gravelly.
John leads Elsie to stand in front of the couch and he sits down. Her eyes move to the pink box on the table next to John.
It’s not bigger than a breadbox, that’s good, she chuckles to herself.
Elsie wrings her hands in excited anticipation.
John picks up the box and removes the lid. He pulls out a silver object with a blue stone on the end, then returns the box to the table. He looks into Elsie’s eyes, to see if there’s realization or understanding of what this is and what it’s for.
It appears that she doesn’t know.
“It’s a plug, Angel, the blue is to match your beautiful eyes. Like your collar,” he smiles devilishly at her.
Elsie’s eyes widen as realization, and understanding, then desire flashes through them.
“I’m going to put it in your beautiful little ass, then I’m going to spank you,” John tells her.
Elsie’s mouth opens slowly. After a breath, she pulls her lip between her teeth. Her loins have begun to contract inside her and wetness begins to pool at the entrance of her sex.
John reaches his empty hand out to her and strokes the length of her body.
“Kneel in front of me, give me your ass.”
Elsie turns slowly and lowers herself to her knees. She bends at the
