As I tugged on a pair of shorts, I turned to look at Leda. Her long sandy blonde hair was lying spread out like a silken shawl beneath her. I traced my fingers over the restraint marks on her wrists. I’d purposely bound her wrists that tightly, so that I could later see the marks. As she slept, I held her wrist to my lips kissing the wounds I’d made. Seeing her sleep reminded of the angel she was to me.

She’d become my saving grace.

Everything I’d ever wanted and needed.

With every lash of my flogger, with every kiss, with every driving inch of my cock, I fell more and more for her. I’d never experienced anything emotion resembling love, but I was beginning to suspect this might be it.

The thought excited and terrified me. I was laid bare to this woman. Leda, my sub, was in many ways now my master.

And I hated that.

Leda had the power to hurt me and that was intolerable. I had tried to distance myself from her to only be her Dom without feeling anything for her.

But I couldn’t.

Watching her sleep soothed my soul. Lying next to her made me feel whole. But would she be able to complete all my circles? The next one was age play and for Leda it would prove to be challenging given her traumatic past with her grandfather.

But it had to be done. She had to complete it in order for us to have a future.

Any future.

Silence surrounded me as I knelt on the floor in Colt’s Throne Room. I was both eager and nervous to see what he had in store for me this evening. Especially after this past week.

Colt had been pretty quiet over this week, following the punishment endured as a consequence of playing off the grounds of Seven. He hadn’t completely fallen off the face of the earth, but he was somewhat subdued. We met one day for coffee over lunch, and I could tell something was on his mind. When I had asked him if everything was okay, he responded saying that he was fine and just working through a few things. When I received the text from him this morning telling me to meet him in the Throne Room tonight at 8:00 p.m., my heart began to pound with excitement. His text was simple and to the point.

I adjusted my posture when I heard the door open, and without looking in the direction of the entrance to the room, I knew it was Colt. The falls of his footsteps on the hardwood floor screamed confidence and a man with a purpose. Colt was the only man I knew who commanded strength and control simply by the way he walked.

He came to a stop between me and his throne, settling his dark eyes on mine. Colt tossed his suit jacket over the arm of his throne and removed his tie, then shirt. I began to feel the dampness between my legs as he began a quick tease, while never breaking eye contact with me. Colt unzipped and lowered his pants, and I discovered that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Pulling the belt from the loops in his pants, Colt gestured for me to raise up off my heels that I had been resting on. I quickly obeyed, and he seemed pleased. Colt’s cock lay leisurely over his sac and just to the right.

Colt knew I was looking at his cock and a short laugh rumbled in his chest.

“I’m glad you are amused by what’s before you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, capturing my bottom between my teeth.

“We’re going to play a little rough tonight, Leda. I’m probably going to leave some bruising on you, but remember, I will not cause you permanent harm. Metal is your safe word. In the event you are unable to say your safe word, drop these links of chain on the floor.” He set a six-inch length of chain in my hand and kissed my forehead.

His legs were shoulder width apart, and in his hands, Colt held the ends of his belt. Dominance and control dripped from Colt. He stepped closer to me, pointed to his cock and said, “start sucking, Leda.”

Happily, I complied and devoured his hardening shaft. Feeling it expand inside my mouth made my clit swell. Colt placed the belt behind my neck and sharply pulled me closer. My nose pressed against the well-groomed hair just above his cock.

For balance, I gripped the back of his thighs as I continued to deep throat his cock. I was very careful not to allow the length of chain in my hand to make any noise. Moans and noises of his pleasure acted as a confidence booster for me.

In an instant, Colt had slipped the end of the belt through the buckle and tightened it, securing the leather flush against my neck.

Fear probably should have kicked in for me, but it never came. Most “normal” people would find this terrifying. I wasn’t like most normal people. And Colt wasn’t like most men. I felt no fear with his leather belt wrapped snuggly around my neck.

With his free hand, Colt held the back of my head against his cock. I detected the faintest pressure at the back of my neck from the belt as he drew the leather upward slightly.

Without warning, Colt blew his hot load in my mouth. He pulled on the belt, causing me to gag. I swallowed as much as I could. Colt yanked on the belt, pulling me away from his cock.

“Good girl, Leda.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied.

I hadn’t expected my voice to sound so raspy. Colt knelt down on one knee and took hold of a spot on the belt before releasing it. He stood and took it over to the table and took a pen to it. I remained where he left me and rolled my neck in small circles.

Soon, he returned to me, picked me up and took me to his throne. Colt held me close and rested his chin on the top of my head.

“I’ll make a hole in the leather to accommodate this kind of play. I like the belt around your neck while you’re sucking my cock. I find it extremely arousing.”

Colt kissed the top of my hair and gently placed his big hand at the base of my neck. I closed my eyes as Colt stroked my tender skin with his thumb.

“Now that you’ve passed my first circle, we’ll begin working on my second circle. And Leda, no one has ever made it beyond my second circle.”