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She squealed as the car's tires gripped the pavement and shot off, flying through the parking lot and then out onto the highway in a matter of seconds. She felt like her heart had jumped up into her throat, she'd never felt anything as exhilirating as that. She thought it was funny that he called her Elsy all the time now. No one really called her that anymore, except for old high school friends like the one at that cafe. But she liked it when he called her that, though she didn't think he'd be as appreciative if she called him Nicky.

She smiled at him, "Yes. Let's go," part of her was a little relieved. She figured that if they went to the beach house and it was brand new, there would be certain things that wouldn't be there. Like the leash and collar. She'd felt very uncomfortable with it on, even though she'd let him do it. She was still extremely wary about all of that stuff, and she just assumed that the beach house wouldn't have any of that, especially since it was brand new.
 
He turned the radio on low and the A/C up higher, fighting the humid hot air of the slowly darkening Texas evening. It was only 6:30, he had talked Jen out of his house fast enough for them to actually have a nice evening left over. It was a 45 minute drive from here to the island, but he had every intention of turning it into a 20 minute one. The needle on the dash slipped past 90 and rested at 120. He didn't slow until they hit the bridge. The water, which typically had a brown, silty hue to it, looked blue and sparkly in the dim light as they drove over the bay. The town of Galveston wasn't very large (a fact which was exacerbated by the fact that a sizable portion of it still hadn't been rebuilt after the storm), a very quaint little town with Catholic cathedrals and beach themed buildings. He took a turn down one of the streets and had to slow to 30 to cruise past the palm trees and traffic. The street dead ended into the long street that was built on top of the 20 ft. sea wall that was designed to protect the town from storm surges. It ran the length of the town and Nick was driving along the top of it. She could look down and see large jagged rocks that reinforced the base of the wall, and the beach, with waves gently splashing onto it.

From the looks of the bars and restaurants lining the Sea Wall, this was the most touristy part of the town (and thus was mostly rebuilt), but they cruised by until they were driving past several houses on stilts that were in various states of being repaired. They pulled towards a gated house that was far from the others, private. He stopped to step out of the car and open the gate, then got back in to pull up the drive. The house was large, though nothing like the mansion, but all of it was suspended in mid air by stilts and columns. Nick explained that all the houses near the beach were built this way so they didn't get flooded every hurricane season. They parked in the lower area between some of the house's supports, and he walked around to get her door, reaching in behind her to carry her bags for her. "I know we didn't stop to get you clothes, but I think we'll find enough in the guest room to get you through the night," he said with a wink, then turned to lead her to the stairs that led up to the main part of the house.
 
She watched the landscape zoom by as they raced down the highway towards the island. She'd never been to this part of Texas before, but really, she'd barely been around Houston in the time she'd live there. She'd spent almost her entire life living in New England, the rest of it in New York (which most people think is in New England, but isn't). She looked up at the large house when they parked in front of it, once again extremely impressed by it. It was obviously smaller than the mansion, but still larger than any house she'd ever lived in. She got out of the car when he opened the door for her but quickly grabbed her bags away from him playfully.

"Hey hey. These are mine." she stuck her tongue out at him and hid them behind her back. "I just bought clothes, I think I'm fine." then she smiled at him and leaned up on her tip toes, pecking him on the lips before following him up the stairs to the main part of the house. She thought it was a little strange that there would already be clothes in the guest room, but she shook the thought away from her mind.
 
He stopped in front of the front door of the house, which, technically, was on the second story. He took hold of her hand and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of the sea, letting the strong wind that blew off the water brush his hair around and blow her hair into his face, and listening to a few waves gently lap at the shores of the beach behind him. He turned and gave her a kiss on the temple. He couldn't help feeling a little thrill. The house was brand new, and she was going to be the first one he shared it with. He pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the door, throwing it open for her. The house was decorated very differently from his mansion. The mansion was opulence, leather, tapestries, golds and reds... this was softer, more intimate. The windows didn't have drapes, they had chiffon curtains that looked as if they would flow beautifully in the breeze if you opened the windows they covered. The furniture was covered in fabrics that looked like they would keep you cool, even if it was warm. Instead of a couch in the living room, there was a large futon facing the plasma television. There were old wooden rocking chairs and even a bean bag chair tossed in the middle. There was a fireplace, but it sort of looked like a joke. It was hard to picture it being anything but very warm here. The house had quite a bit of automation, but it was very tastefully hidden. He punched a few buttons on a hidden panel near the door and she could hear an air conditioning unit kick on from the floor below and start to cool the house down. "What do you think, babe?" he asked her, trying out a new nickname.
 
She had to admit, she loved it when he was gentle with her. He just felt so soft and sweet when he kissed her temple, she felt as if she would do absolutely anything that he asked of her in that moment. She squeezed his hand gently and leaned into him as he opened the door, walking in and automatically slipping her shoes off. She gazed around room, completely in awe of it. She definitely, one hundred percent, preferred this place to the mansion. The mansion was beautiful, of course, but this place was just so much more relaxed. It suited her style. She almost didn't want to see any other part of the house. Not the downstairs, not the master bedroom wherever that was. She felt as if this should be the only room there was, they should spend all of their time here together. She turned and smiled at him, squeezing his hand again. "It's beautiful. I love it."
 
He grinned at her like a dog being patted on the head as she gave her enthusiastic approval. He shut the door behind them and put his arms around her, drawing her into an embrace. "I'm glad you like it, Elsy," he said, looking in her eyes and smiling. He slowly inclined his head towards hers and closed his eyes, letting his lips seek out and find hers. He had enjoyed kissing her today, but this was different. He was really free to kiss her now, to offer himself to her, and his lips radiated a warmth that he hadn't felt before. His breath caught in his throat and he held her tighter. This was more than affection, he knew, but he couldn't quite admit to himself what it really was. He broke their kiss only to press his cheek to hers and catch his breath. He held her for several long moments, listening to the wind gently press itself to the windows. The reverie was broken by a grumbling sound and he chuckled. "Was that your stomach or mine, doll?" he asked her teasingly.
 
She let her bags fall to the ground as he embraced her and wrapped her arms around him as well. His strong warm body felt so perfect against hers, she could stay hugging him like that forever. Then when he kissed her, she knew that this was right. She knew that she loved him, she knew it. She couldn't deny her love for him anymore, but she could still be wary of going out on a limb with some of the things he wanted her to do. Love and kinkiness didn't always go together. She kissed him back, her arms tightening around her neck a little. She sighed softly when he pulled away, feeling very content. She giggled almost uncontrollably when she heard a stomach growl. "It was yours, but I'm pretty hungry too." she pecked his lips, "If you," she pecked him again, "go get some food," then one more time, "maybe I can go take a shower? I need one."
 
"Alright," he answered her, giving a peck back of his own, "I'll see what I can pick up. I'm going to assume that Seafood is a safe bet as you're a Northeastern girl. Oh don't look so surprised. Contrary to what you might think, I did actually read your resume." He gave her a playful spank on the rear end, adding a little wink to show that he remembered the last time he'd spanked her. "Go on scoot, I'll try and be back by the time you get out of the water." He turned and walked to the door as she let go of him. He gave her one more smile and left the key in the door for her as he closed it behind him. He flipped out his cell phone as he was walking down the stairs.

He found the number for Gaido's in his speed dial and hit the call button. He figured that she'd never had gulf shrimp and oyster's and theirs were by far the freshest, and the best. He ordered a large platter of almost everything on the menu, not sure of what she'd be interested in: flounder, raw gulf oysters that he knew from experience almost melted in one's mouth, fried catfish (something else he thought she might not have tried), deep sea scallops, fried shrimp, butterfly shrimp, broiled shrimp, and even coconut shrimp. The person taking his order sounded a little annoyed after asking 'is that all, sir' for the third time, and Nick had to work hard not to chuckle. He had closed the gate and was driving back down the Sea Wall by the time he finished the order. He had 20 minutes before it would be ready.

He decided just to cruise along the beach for a while and rolled his windows down. He was enjoying the breeze and smiling at the passer's by who offered friendly compliments on the car. This was definitely a smaller town atmosphere than in the city. He passed the local Wal-mart and a thought ran through his head. He punched up the nav system in the Aston Martin's dash... The nearest one was about 10 miles away. A 30 minute trip, there and back, he had time. He turned back towards I-45 and exercised the V12, driving back to the mainland for the quick trip. He grinned to himself.

He made good time and pulled up to the PetSmart after only 10 minutes of drive. He looked at the hours posted on the door; he had 30 minutes before they closed... plenty of time. He walked straight towards the dog aisle, knowing that the cat collars wouldn't fit her. He looked around until he found the more feminine looking ones. He narrowed it down to three but couldn't quite make up his mind. The pink one looked like a bit much, he put it back. He decided that the purple one looked too much like the one that she'd worn last night and he wanted this one to be special, hers. Of course, it didn't hurt that blue was his favorite color, and this one was adorned with cute pink and green flowers. He walked over to personalization desk and handed them the collar, selecting a pink stitching style that looked like girlish script. When the attendant asked him for the name, it took him two minutes of deliberating before finally deciding, with a broad grin, to go with the nickname he was growing fond of. "Elsy, please," he said to the girl behind the counter, then walked off to find an appropriate leash while she set up the machine to do the stitching. Nick bore a ridiculous smile as he looked these over and thought about which one he thought might make the biggest impression on her. He had to admit it, he was trying to choose the one that he thought would embarrass her most. He picked up one that was nothing but a 5 ft. long length of chrome chain with a nylon strap on the end for him to hold onto. It made a loud tinkling sound whenever you barely jostled it, which was delightful considering how much he was hoping she would be jostling, and was so shiny and flashy that you'd notice it even in soft moonlight. It was perfect. He went back to the counter and picked up the collar, paying for the two items and then jumping back in the car. This was going to be hard to hide, he realized. She'd probably notice the familiar tinkling sound immediately if he put that leash in his pocket. He tied the plastic PetSmart bag tight and decided he could probably hide it in the bottom of the sacks of food.

The food! He had almost forgotten the main reason that he had gone out in the first place. He quickly turned the car on and kicked it into gear. He risked a ticket for the third time tonight, racing back towards the island. He pulled up to Gaido's 25 minutes later. Not bad, he could still be back at the house after only being gone 45 minutes or so. He quickly hopped out and picked up the food, the waiter recognized him and tried to tell him to come back soon, but quickly realized that Nick was in a hurry. Nick left him a generous tip for cutting things short for him. He walked out with enough food to feed his entire board room. He dropped it into the passenger seat... Elsa's seat, he thought to himself with satisfaction, and quickly drove home. After carefully tucking the PetSmart bag in the bottom of one of the Gaido's bags, he headed up the stairs and knocked on the door.
 
Elsa had gone up to the second floor only to find the bathroom. She'd found it, and been in awe of it just as much as she'd been in awe of the bathroom in the mansion. She'd turned the water in the swimming pool/bathtub on and stripped her clothes off. She stepped into the water and groaned audibly as she sank down into it, the heated water enveloping her like a gentle embrace. The window was open and a soft breeze was rolling in. She could see the gulf, the beautiful gulf. She murred softly and laid back in the water, actually falling asleep for ten minutes. When she awoke she realized she'd fallen asleep and wondered if Nick had come home. She didn't hear him so she went about actually cleaning herself slowly. She shampooed and conditioned her hair, scrubbed her body, and put bath oils on her.

After being in the tub for almost half an hour she drained it and stepped out. She went into one of the bags she'd brought in and pulled out a new sundress she'd bought. It was pale blue with little green and pink flowers stitched all over it. It emphasized her full breasts and came out about the waist, showing off her womanly hips. The dress came to just above her knees, a little short for her tastes, but she loved the dress otherwise. She brushed her hair so that it wasn't knotty and then applied a thin layer of chamomile lotion on every part of her that was still exposed.

Then she walked down the stairs and sprawled out on the futon, not even bothering to turn the TV on. She stared out the giant window that faced the gulf and watched the sun set. She half wished that Nick was there to watch it with her, but part of her enjoyed the experience of being alone. Not more than ten minutes later she heard him knock on the door. She got up and scampered over to the door, opening it and smiling at him.

"Hi," she said to him, the same way she had when she'd gotten into his Aston Martin earlier. She liked greeting him that way, but wasn't exactly sure why. She just did, it felt right.
 
At first he just caught her eyes. "Hi," he said in the same cute tone she had used, breaking out into a broad smile.

Then he noticed the dress. His mouth dropped open. She was gorgeous, but the colors, the pattern, it was too much of a coincidence. He couldn't believe it, and he had to swallow hard to regain his composure. It was all he could do not to drop the food and just fall over with laughter at the whole thing. He coughed and found that he still didn't have his composure back. "Ahem, you look... absolutely lovely," he said, trying to play it off as much as possible. She did look stunning, truthfully. He stepped past her and began to set things down on the table, turning his back so that he could let his eyes go wide and snicker just slightly. "Sweetheart," he started carefully, making sure he wasn't giggling, then pointed in the direction of the kitchen "There are all sorts of drinks in the fridge in the kitchen. Would you get me a Dr. Pepper?"

When she stepped into the other room, he let his face go a little bit and came back to himself. He rearranged his look into something less telling, then spoke to her again. "I wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood for. I ordered half the menu. Ever had Gulf oysters or Texas catfish?"
 
She nodded and went scampering off to the kitchen. She got him a Dr. Pepper and herself a Sprite, pouring both into seperate glasses with ice in them. She brought them back into the grand living room and set the glasses down on the table in front of the futon. She flopped down onto it and folded her legs beneath her, causing her dress to hike even higher on her legs. She shook her head and smiled, "No! I haven't. I'm excited to though. I love seafood," she giggled and leaned over to help him open the platters of food. She took a deep breath and smelled in the wonderful scent of the food. "It smells delicious,"

(Sorry, it's short!)
 
He smiled at her and finished pulling the last of the styrofoam boxes from the plastic bags, taking extra care not to jiggle the bag with the extra cargo too much. He popped open several of the boxes, releasing the aromas into the room. "Hmmm, we've got to do this right, hold on and I'll do some plating," he said excitedly as he looked over the table. He started to move towards the kitchen, but caught site of the hem of her skirt. He stopped in his tracks and squared his shoulders to face her. He smiled as warmly as he could and said, "Elsy, you're the most exciting woman I've ever seen." He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks and made it obvious he was looking over her. He let his eyes wander from her ankles, up her legs and over her hips. He drank in her full bosom and her shoulders and throat before meeting her eyes again. The whole time, there was nothing but admiration in his eyes. Lusty, perhaps, but he never felt like he was ogling her. He smiled again and slowly turned back to the kitchen.

He came back with two large platters. He arranged the oysters and broiled shrimp on one with some crushed ice to keep them cool. The other held all the fried shrimp and the flounder and catfish. The presentation wasn't exactly four star, but it certainly looked like he had done this before. He sat down next to her on the futon and picked up one of the oysters to start with, doctoring it with a little of the sauce that had been provided. He winked at her and slid the whole muscle off the shell and into his mouth. They were as delicious as he remembered and he closed his eyes for a moment. "If you've had oysters before, these may be a bit tangier than you're used to, but they're fresh. Best you'll find Houston."
 
She stared at him for a few moments, completely paralyzed by his words. He had never complimented her like that before. Then her face broke into a slow smile, her eyes brightening and her cheeks flushing with the praise. She could feel his eyes roaming over her body, but didn't feel violated by it for even a second. She felt honored by it, that his eyes would peel over her body in such a way. She could say exactly the same about him, but she didn't think that she would. She didn't want to stroke his ego like that, he didn't need it. He had to know already that she loved him, whether or not she told him. She was afraid to tell him, actually, fearing that he would use it against her in some way.

She picked up an oyster as well and slid the muscle off of the shell and into her mouth. She groaned as she felt it seem to melt on her tongue, swallowing it without even having to chew. It was delicious. She giggled at him and then picked up a piece of shrimp, breaking the tail off before dipping it into a little sauce. Then she stuffed it in her mouth and chewed, giggling more at the site she must be with the food stuffed into her mouth.
 
He chuckled at her. She wasn't messy, but he was quickly realizing that she certainly wasn't shy around food. He ate a couple of the pieces of fried catfish and then realized that virtually everything (except the flounder) he had ordered was basically finger food. He raised an eyebrow at her and pounced on her as she was about to eat a shrimp. He grabbed her hand and snatched it away with his teeth, gobbling it down with a grin before she could get it in her mouth. When she slapped him playfully, he started tickling her until he had her pinned down on the futon. Suddenly he was kissing her neck and throat instead of tickling her. He looked up with a grin, knowing she must still be hungry. He grabbed one of the broiled shrimp and dipped it in some cocktail sauce, dangling it above her mouth with a wink. He teased her a little bit, pulling it back from her when she tried to bite it, but then dropped it in her mouth and sealed it with a kiss. Chuckling as her mouth moved while he kissed her.

"You're adorable, babe," he said, truly loving being with her like this. For the rest of the meal, he wouldn't let her eat anything unless it was from his hand, only pausing to feed himself a few times. When he was full, he focused completely on feeding her in different teasing or cute ways. When it looked like she was slowing down a bit, he asked her, "Now, what else can I provide such a lovely lady with?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively, then added, "A midnight swim, perhaps, or are you eager to get into... bed?"
 
She had absolutely not expected him to pounce on her and tickle her, or to dangle food in front of her and then drop it in her mouth and kiss her while she was chewing it. But she loved it. She giggled and squealed as he tickled and teased her, opening her mouth obediently when he dangled food there. She liked him feeding her this night, it was playful and fun. It wasn't something she would want to happen every night, but for now, it was good fun. After she'd eaten more than her fill she stretched and rolled over onto her side next to him. "Mmmm," she murmured, yawning big.

"I'm pretty tired," she said honestly, for whatever reason, sex didn't cross her mind at all when he said they should go to bed. "I think we should go to sleep," she nuzzled his arm gently and rested her head on his shoulder as if she would fall asleep there just like that, sprawled out in her dress with the remnants of the food still there on the table before them.
 
"Hmmmm," he cooed in her ear, "I suppose we could do that but..." He put his hand on her calf and slowly slid it up her thigh until he was grabbing her butt through her skirt and added, "I'm in a very celebratory mood. Besides, I can talk to your boss. He'll let you come in late tomorrow." He started nibbling on her neck and ear. He looked over her shoulder at the plastic bag that was hidden inside a plastic bag. He grinned against her shoulder and let his tongue snake out and drag over her skin. "I have a surprise for you, Elsy," he said in a hoarse, throaty whisper, and then let his hand slip around her and cup both her breasts from behind.
 
She groaned and rolled over when he began to play with her, genuinely not wanting to play with him right now. She stuffed her face into the mattress of the futon and tried to get away from his advances, but he kept groping and fondling her, biting and teasing her, she couldn't get away from his touch. "Give me the surprise in the morning," she mumbled and pouted, drawing her arms up around her face to try to hide from him more. It wasn't that she didn't want him, she was just tired. It'd been a stressful day for her and she wanted to rest. She loved being at the beach house and she wanted to enjoy the calmness and sanctity of it. He was ruining that by wanting to play and tease her into submission.
 
He growled at her in a little frustration. "Elsa, I promise I'll let you sleep, and it'll probably be the best night's sleep you've ever had, but not yet, not now," he said, tersely speaking the words right in her ear. He pulled her upright into a sitting position on the futon. The dress was too perfect, practically a sign, and he wasn't the type to let moments like this simply wander by him. "For crying out loud, you don't even know what it is that I want to give you, girl." He stood up and walked around the table, picking the right plastic bag, picking it up, and shaking it at her. The familiar jingling sound rang out and he looked over his shoulder to stare right into her eyes, a careful smirk playing on his lips.

"Elsa, it's too easy to be myself around you," he said as he slowly started to untie the bag, "I don't want to pretend with you. I've been pretending to one sort of girl or another for my entire life. You're the first one who's ever seen both sides of me, the gentleman and the man who knows what he wants from a woman and takes it."
 
She was prepared to protest some more when he pulled her up into a sitting position. She opened her eyes in irritation and then open her mouth to snap at him when she heard him shake a bag, a familiar sound jingling inside of it. Her eyes grew wide then and she was absolutely positively one hundred percent awake. Her mouth stayed open, in fact dropping a little for a second. Then she snapped it closed and blinked at him a few times, trying to come up with something, anything to say. He had another leash in there. That meant another collar. Her blood ran cold for a moment.

"Nick..." she began, trying to think of everything she was going to say before she said it. She didn't want it to come out wrong. "Nick...not tonight. Please? I...I don't want to play that way...not tonight." she didn't want him to think that she didn't want him. She was afraid of being his pet, despite how much she knew he liked it. It scared her to be that vulnerable, especially with him.
 
He chuckled, but it wasn't humor. He wasn't laughing at her, somehow that was clear. "Elsa, that's not what you really mean to say," he spoke, looking her right in the eye, "You don't mean 'not tonight', you mean 'not like that', period. The funny thing is, it's not because you don't like it, babe. You're scared, or you don't want to like it, or whatever, and that, dear, is exactly why I'm not going to listen. I'm not burying who I really am from you, not from you, Elsy." He paused for a moment and pulled the chrome, chain leash from the bag. "I'm going to be honest with you, and honest with myself, for once in my life. And so far you've lied to me and to yourself more than once, but your body hasn't. So you tell me, should I listen to your lips... or something else?" he finished and pulled the collar from the bag. The collar with her name on it. The collar that, somehow, matched what she had picked out to wear perfectly.
 
She opened her mouth to protest during his speech more than once, but was always cut off. He was right, right about everything. She was terrified of the leash and collar. Terrified of being his pet, of allowing herself to belong to him in the way she wanted to belong to him most. He already owned her body, that much was obvious. He was quickly taking hold of her heart too. But it was her soul that she wanted him to keep and cherish the most, and yet that was the hardest to give to him. If she gave him her soul, she could never get it back. If she let herself be his pet, she would be letting him have the most vulnerable and sacred part of her. That scared her.

She winced a little when he pulled out the long chrome chain, it's jingling disturbing her a little. There had to have been other chains that weren't as gaudy as that, she thought to herself. And yet he'd picked that one, of course. But then he pulled out the collar. The collar that matched her dress perfectly. The same pale blue. The same green and pink flowers. Her nickname embroidered there in a girlish script. Elsy. It was then, in that moment, that she knew she'd never really had a choice in the matter. Her soul had been his from the start, she'd just never accepted it. God seemed to be telling her that now, who else could have orchestrated a perfect match between a dress he'd never seen and a collar she'd never seen? She extended a hand and took the collar from him, clasping it around her neck. Another perfect fit.
 
A small shock of excitement mixed with disbelief ran through him as she took the collar from him and put it on. His mouth fell open just slightly. He had expected more resistance, more arguments or fighting, but there she was, still sitting on the couch, quiet and compliant. He watched her face for her reactions. He felt a slight twinge of panic at the thought that she might be withdrawing in her mind, going somewhere else to endure something she found frightening. He stepped to her and took her face gently in his hands, probing her eyes with his. No, she was right here. She was in the room with him and fully aware of what she was wearing. He searched her eyes for resentment, but found none, only fear and nervousness. She was trusting him, and trusting him quite a bit at that; he could see this was very difficult for her. Trust. That look in her eyes seemed to bore into him, filling him with the warmth of what she was giving him as if it were a liquid she had poured into his heart that was slowly spreading outward from his chest to warm his entire being. He felt heat in his cheeks and he wasn't able to tell whether he had started blushing first or she. His hands began to tremble, causing the leash to jingle loudly in the stillness of the moment. He chuckled at the ironic backfire of his choice of chain, at the moment it was serving to embarrass him.

He wanted to say something to her, to reassure her. He wanted her to understand that he wasn't ever going to hurt her on purpose (well, hurt her heart and soul anyway), that he wasn't going to use this against her. He wanted to tell her that he knew that this was a tremendous gift that she was giving him. But words seemed to fail him. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn't the sort of thing that he could really say. Perhaps it was something he would simply have to show her, over time.

He stepped back from her with a warm smile, letting his hands gently fall from her cheeks so that they held nothing but the leash. He swallowed once and turned his hand over, letting the clasp at the end of the chain dangle off the end of his hand suggestively. He looked intently into her face and cocked his head to the side. He had said nothing, trying to communicate with only his body language. He stood there, waiting patiently and watching her. He needed one more move from her, one more offer. She had the collar on; she had faced that. Would this be even harder for her?, he wondered. It was hard for him to keep still. He knew he could simply walk to her and do this himself, but that's not what he really wanted. No, he was going to be patient. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and watched her with a warm, encouraging smile.
 
She saw a million emotions wash over his face as he held her face gently. Then he slowly let it go and held onto the leash only. He took a few steps back from her so that he was a few steps away from the futon. He dangled the clasp for the leash off of his hand, jingling a little bit. She swallowed nervously, fully aware of what he wanted her to do. She had to crawl to him to have him clip the leash to her. She had to crawl, like a dog would. Right now she was sitting up, her hands on her lap and her legs curled under her. But now she leaned forward, her hands slipping off of her lap and onto the futon mattress. She moved again so that she was on her hands and knees. She began to crawl to him, slowly, her eyes still locked on his. With every movement of her arms she moved a leg forward, the dress rhythmically moving up and down her thigh, exposing and then hiding her flesh. She crawled to him until she was at the edge of the bed and then finally dropped her eyes from his. She looked down at the floor and bent her head down so that he could clip the leash on her. Clip the chrome leash to her personalized collar. Her dog collar, that she wore willingly, for him.
 
When she finally broke their gaze, he let his eyes close. Again, she was surprising him, and this time he was a little overwhelmed. He took a moment to steady himself, making sure his composure wouldn't shatter, then opened his eyes again. He reached down, and when his fingers touched her neck, they were gentle and soft. He pulled the clasp back on the leash and turned her collar around until he found the metal ring, letting the clasp close on it. He let go and the leash fell softly between them, dangling next to her cheek. His heart was absolutely pounding and the silence was suddenly too much for him. "Scared?" was all he could manage to ask her, and his voice cracked a little like a 17 year old boy as he said it. He put a soft hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her back up off her hands onto just her knees.
 
"Yes," she said, her voice trembling a little. She swallowed nervously as he clasped the leash onto her collar. When he pushed her back she sat up on her knees, the dress ending about mid thigh. She rested her hands on lap again, her hands twisting together nervously. Anxiously. In terror. And yet, she wasn't scared of him. She was scared of doing this, not of him. If she was going to do this with anyone, she wanted it to be him. Her eyes were wide and doe-like as she looked up at him, her chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to breathe normally and not pass out like she so very much wanted to.

(Short, sorry!)
 
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