(This chapter contains mature content).
Olivia's heart swelled with love and gratitude. She had never felt this kind of connection before, and she knew that Ethan was the one who had opened her eyes to a world of passion and love. She knew they had just shared something extraordinary and vowed to cherish every moment they had together.
Olivia could feel Ethan's breath on her neck as they lay there. The thought of him filled her with warmth and desire. She felt alive, and she loved every second of it.
Ethan gently kissed Olivia's neck, his eyes locked on hers. "I don't want to rush anything," he whispered, his voice full of vulnerability. "But I must know... do you want to do that again?"
Olivia smiled, her eyes filled with love and desire. "More than anything," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan's breath hitched at her reply. He carefully got up and disposed of the condom, then returned to the bed, his eyes never leaving Olivia's.
"Olivia, are you ok with me taking control?"
Olivia looked shyly at him. She was still basking in their love-making session, but the thought of him taking control of her caused heat to rise again in her body. Olivia's lips were slightly swollen from their kisses, the taste of Ethan still lingering on them. The heat rising in her body made her mouth water with a mix of anticipation and longing. Olivia's cheeks flushed a rosy pink as she looked at Ethan, her hair tousled and her body still glistening with sweat. Ethan's eyes were dark with desire, his muscles tense and ready. She shook her head at him giving him permission with her movement.
Say it," he said. I need to hear your words.
With a breathy voice, she whispered, "Yes...I belong to you. Take me, use me, I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me."
Ethan's mind raced with the idea of having complete control. His body reacted, and he began to feel aroused. As he reached down to touch himself, Olivia's eyes widened with desire, her breathing becoming more pronounced. The anticipation of what he was about to do to her only heightened her arousal.
He then began to speak to her, his voice deep and commanding, "I am going to make you mine, Olivia. I am going to take you and possess you in every way imaginable."
Olivia watched with rapt attention, her body trembling with anticipation. The desire in his eyes and the tone of his voice made her feel submissive and eager, her arousal reaching new heights.
Ethan slowly stood up, towering over her. His eyes never leaving Olivia's, he moved towards the nightstand and retrieved a bag. Olivia's eyes widened in surprise, but Ethan just smiled, "I have plans for you, my love."
She looked at him, unsure what to do, but Ethan's commanding presence made her feel safe and trusting. She knew that he would never do anything to hurt her.
Ethan began to open the bag filled with toys, each one more exotic and erotic than the last. Olivia watched with fear and excitement, her breath coming faster as he revealed each new item. Ethan revealed the grand finale - a collar. He held it up, the leather soft and supple in his hands.
"This is your collar, Olivia. You will wear it as a symbol of our bond and as a reminder that you belong to me."
Olivia's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a sudden surge of emotion. This was it - she was surrendering herself entirely to Ethan. She closed her eyes and said, "Yes, I want to wear it."
He fastened the collar around her neck, the leather smooth and cool against her skin. He then led her to the middle of the room, where he made her kneel down. He stood above her, his eyes locked on hers, and began to speak in a deep and commanding voice, "From this moment on, you are mine. You will do as I command, and you will never disobey me. Do you understand?"
Olivia looked up at him, her eyes filled with trust and loyalty. She nodded gently, "Yes, I understand."
Ethan's eyes softened as he cupped her face in his hands, "Good. Now, stand up and face the mirror. I want you to look at yourself and see the woman I see. The woman you are when you are with me."
Olivia slowly stood up, her eyes flickering between the mirror and Ethan. She saw herself through his eyes - the woman who was surrendering herself to him and being loved and cherished in a way she never thought possible. She saw herself as a submissive, a lover, and a partner.
Ethan's voice broke through her thoughts, "Look at the collar around your neck. That is a symbol of our bond, of our connection. It's more than just a piece of leather. It's a reminder of our love and our trust."
Olivia turned back to him, her eyes watering with emotion. She had never felt this kind of love and trust before, and the collar symbolized everything they had just experienced. She felt whole, complete, and loved.
Ethan tenderly went to remove the collar from around her neck, but Olivia shook her head and then placed it back on her. His hands began to explore her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He began to lick and suck on her neck, his hands moving lower and lower.
Olivia's heart raced excitedly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her body responding to his touch, her desire growing stronger with each passing moment.
Ethan's lips moved lower, his tongue exploring the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders. Olivia's eyes fluttered shut, her body arching towards him. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the strength of his arms as they held her close.
"You are mine, Olivia," he whispered, his voice full of possession and desire. "And I will never let you go."