CHAPTER 108

(Katerina's POV)

Kol had hardly had a moment to breathe much less any time to really pay attention to or dote on

me ever since he had gotten back from vacation. Vacation ... what kind of break is that if it causes

your whole life to turn upside down once you return home? Now he stays busy, don't get me

wrong; he works way more than eight hours a day. In fact, there are most days that he isn't even

finished with work until around eight in the evening and even then he has to make himself stop. But

lately, he hadn't even been able to do that and it was beginning to take its toll. I missed him ..

desperately.

I'm not a whiner or complainer; I'm really not. What difference would it make anyway?

I, after a while, can't help but wonder if he even thinks about me during these longs hours and days

that I don't even get a chance to curl up at his feet. It hurts so much that I can feel it welling up in

my chest like a hurtful lump that I can't swallow past.

But one day I couldn't take it any more. I needed to just be with him, even if it was only for fifteen

minutes. So I decided it was time that I took matters into my own hands. Hubby needed a

distraction and I was determined that I was going to be it.

Being a sex maniac that I am, that night I took special pains while he was locked away in the office,

so engrossed in his work that he barely had a spare minute to breathe. I took a long, leisurely bath

with scented oils and spent the time necessary to make sure that my body was rid of any hair,

working body lotion in afterwards and blow-drying my sun-kissed fiery curls into long, soft waves. I

applied very little make-up, only to enhance my natural beauty and dabbed Holden's favorite

perfume behind my ears, in the hollow of my throat, behind the bend of my knees, at my wrists and

just above the inward curve of my navel. Donning the pretty pink collar he had purchased for me,

with the heart-shaped tag that had my name engraved on it in small cursive letters, and nothing

else, I was ready to help him relax and take a much needed break.

Quietly I crept up towards the open door of the office and peeked around the door frame. I could

see that he was just as busy as ever with a frown on his face and it only steeled my determination to

take his mind off his troubles, even if it was for only tonight. Slipping back away from the door, I

spied his house shoes beside the couch and I quickly ran to pick them up. With a devilish glint in the

depths of my sapphire gaze, I dropped to my knees and pushed the slippers together flat before

inserting them into my mouth sideways, carefully holding them with my teeth before falling forward

gently onto my hands so that my long mane parted and fell over the curve of my bared shoulders.

I could only hope that this would work.

Quietly, beautifully I crawled through the open door of the office, his house shoes clamped

delicately between my moist, glossed lips, blue eyes resting on him as he worked. I could hear the

barely audible jingle of my tag swing against the loop of my collar and knew he wouldn't be able to

hear it either unless he stopped typing. At times like this I was grateful for the carpet beneath my

knees but even if it had been dried rice scattered across a hardwood floor as a form of punishment,

I would have gladly crossed it just to get to his feet once again.

Just when I thought I would get to his feet without him even noticing me, there was a lull in his

typing as he sat back in his chair and just stared at his computer screen before stretching his arms

and closing his eyes. He must have heard the bare sound of my collar because suddenly his chair

rolled back and he swiveled around to see me near enough to reach out and touch my hair. I felt my

heart suddenly take flight as I saw the frown and the stress etched across his brow suddenly fade

and give way to a huge grin as his teak-brown eyes swept appreciatively over my form just before I

reached my destination before him. He didn't need to say anything; it was all written across his face

as clearly as if he had posted it on one of those signs along the highway; He was glad to see me.

Stopping just before him, I sat back on my heels that were beneath the curve of my ass, silken

tanned thighs blooming open before his gaze that darkened as I recognized the lust that was

written within their depths. My back arched slightly, pushing my full creamy breasts forward towards

him in silent offering, the sun-kissed orbs tipped with hardened nipples that cried out silently for

the claim of his mouth. My hands fluttered down to the tops of my thighs, fingers splaying naturally

over the flesh before gently raking my nails along the skin as if it were a promise of what was to

come and what I so longed to do to his back as he fucked up deep inside of me.

His hand reached out to gently, lovingly touch my face; his fingers brushing over the soft blush that

had kissed my cheeks. They traced the contours of my cheek before sliding into my soft, thick

tresses. Despite my obedience and my will power to stay displayed before him like this, a soft purr

rumbled from deep within my throat at the touch of his hand in my hair. That was one thing that

always got to me. It was a direct line straight down between my thighs. Still holding his house shoes

in between my lips, I whimpered softly and pressed my head more into his hand.

He didn't say anything but instead just toyed with my hair for a while before slowly slipping a hand

beneath my jaw, his gaze locked with mine. "Release." That was the only command that was given. It

was short, soft and directly to the point. I instantly obeyed and gently dipped my chin as my lips

slowly left the leather of his shoes, allowing them to drop down into his hand which he promptly

moved and tossed the shoes across the room with a grin. I knew that he wanted something else

which meant that I had succeeded in doing what I had set out to do ... distracting the man that I

loved.

(Annabel POV)

I was becoming more accustomed to the little things that Kaden enjoyed most; lying on the ground

at his feet, using my tongue over the rough exterior of his shoes to show my devotion and the

comforting sound of my leash clicked onto the ring of my collar at night as I took my place between

his thighs to sleep with my head on his hips, auburn curls accentuated by blonde highlights fanned

over him like a light blanket and a soft pillow cover for my head. Yes, I said comforting because that

was what it was becoming to me.

I loved the way he tugged on the leash once I was settled, making the leather strap taut between his

hand and my collar, nudging it up just enough so that I felt it snug against my throat. It was always

followed by the downward motion of his hand as his fingers slid into my soft tresses, wrapping

them around his fingers. A quick tug always brought forth a soft purr from my lips followed by the

comfort that I took from his hand stroking over my head accompanied by his voice laced with

exhaustion speaking to me right before I drifted off into sweet dreams of my life at his feet and in

his arms ... "Good girl. I love you, Mine." Nothing else mattered to me ... just those two phrases. I

would do just about anything to hear them slip from his lips. Honestly, I had found nothing so far

that I wouldn't do to hear them. And he knew it.

During the day, I always wore my collar. It was a pretty pink one, much like a sleek, well-pampered

feline's with a heart-shaped name tag that had my chosen name on it in cursive letters: Anny. I

loved that collar. It was the one that I always wore around the house and in his presence. He had

given it to me after I had earned my way out of the simple black one purchased at the local

Petsmart. And then I had one that I wore outside of the house that looked more like jewelry. Most

people aren't too fond of slavery or girls wearing collars out.

Dean respected my position in public and had purchased a lovely silver Turian style collar with a

small little ring on it that moved at will. It looked like a very cool choker and I got tons of

compliments on it.

So we were going out tonight to one of our favorite places to eat and I was excited about getting

out and being with him. I always felt so proud when I was in his arms

Tonight he said that it was a very special night and he had a surprise planned for me since it was our

anniversary. I was both estatic and nervous. I wanted to please him above anything else. So I took

careful pains with my appearance. He had requested that I wear my black leather pants and high

heel boots with the matching vest that showed off my bountiful cleavage that he loved to show off

in a tasteful display of my clothes. I left my hair long and loose with soft curls that cascaded down

the curve of my spine in a glorious display of molten fire tinted with blonde strands that glimmered

in the lights. Glancing into the mirror, azure blue eyes smiled back at me with a glimmer of eager

anticipation. Lifting my fingers to caress the silver steel of my collar, I took a deep breath and stood,

turning in the mirror to smile back at the curved sexy figure looking back at me. I was ready.

When I walked into the living room, I saw him standing in the doorway, leaning against it with a

playful grin on his face, my everyday pink feline collar with its heart-shaped name tag hanging from

his finger. I could feel my eyes widen as he twirled it on his finger before he spoke in his sexy

English accent that I loved almost as much as I loved him. "Tonight, Mine,” he began as his eyes

slowly traveled down my length appreciatively, "you wear this one."

I knew my face must have registered shock from the amused expression on his face but I didn't fight

it or comment as he pushed away from the doorway to move behind me. Instead my hand moved

to reflexively pull the long mane of my hair to one side, revealing the twisted clasp at the back of

my neck so he could remove the silver collar and replace it with the pink leather one. I could feel the

sudden flight of nervous butterflies in my stomach as I knew that tonight he wanted everyone to

know exactly what I was and the pride that he took in owning a girl such as me.

When I felt him step away and the leather collar in place with the small metal heart name tag that

hit against the hollow of my throat, I released my hair from my grasp and slowly turned my head to

look at him as he moved back around my side to come back fully into my view. I could feel the heat

of my blush kissing my cheeks as he moved towards the door and took down the matching leash

from its hook. Oh God ... not that!

I suddenly felt sick from the nervous rumbling in my belly. He was going to take me out in public

with my leash and I knew that there was nothing I could do to change his mind. There was that part

of me that was secretly thrilled ... I wanted to be displayed as his property and have everyone know

the reality of my love and devotion to this man but there was that other part of me, that part that

had been raised to be an equal to men, to hold my head up in dignity with my ability to be just as

good if not better than them ... that part of me that had a firm grasp still on my respect and for the

first time, I knew that tonight ... tonight, he was going to take my experiences with him, my

education in this way of life, to new heights. It both thrilled and terrified me.

"Master," I started to say but even before his eyebrow lifted in response to the questioning gaze

that I gave him, I knew that I couldn't deny or question him. Even in this. He was testing my

obedience and I was determined not to fail.

Clipping the leash to my collar, he tugged on it reassuringly, just like he did every night that I slept

between his thighs and for a moment I was comforted. As his hand gently touched my face, I felt my

eyes close and my head turn into his palm where I placed a tender kiss there. I loved him. I would

do anything for him. Even this.

I followed him out of the apartment and down the steps of our apartment building. I could feel his

excitement, his pride as he led me along on the leash. I prayed that we wouldn't run into any one

that I knew from work but there was also that part of me that secretly hoped that we ran into

someone. I wanted them to see me being led on a leash behind the man that I adored and that I

would risk humiliation like this for, just to see his smile.

We only ran into one person from our complex in the lit corridors as we moved down to the parking

lot; old man Jansen. He had paused at the bottom of the stairwell as they descended, his eyes

widening as he saw me on the end of a leash, the pretty collar's nametag glistening in the dim light

overhead and as he stepped aside to let us pass, I saw a smile flicker over his lips. I followed Kaden

but my head turned as I saw the old man let his gaze travel down my body and then fall back on my

collar and leash before meeting my gaze. I couldn't help but grin when I saw him wink.

I couldn't help but wonder about the rest of the reactions I would get tonight. But I knew I was

about to find out.