Alexis slowly backed away from me, her hands grabbing the zip of her jacket and quickly unzipping it. She quickly removed her arms from the sleeves and threw it on the floor with complete disregard. It tumbled from her hands and laid flat on the ground as she tried to remove more of her clothes. Her hands tugged urgently at the bottom of her t shirt, her nails turning white from digging into the skin of her hand.
Everything was happening so quickly I could barely understand what she was talking about. What had happened after the accident? We were used to teasing each other all the time at school and university but it was never going to happen. We had always said it was never going to happen, it was never meant to happen. How had this changed now?
"Stop." I exclaimed.
Alexis looked at me, her green eyes shining like emeralds in an ocean of white. Tears tumbled down her cheeks, her mind going to the darkest places possible, half expecting me to refuse her due to our history, worried about my answer. My answer had been known ever since I was little. I knew exactly what I was going to tell her.
I stood up and removed her hands from her shirt, letting it drop back down along her pale chest. My hand softly stroked her stomach. I knew what she wanted and had known for a while what she wanted, especially what she expected from her partner. We had often talked about, or rather joked about it times during university. She was never someone to shy away from the things she had done with other guys, or rather the things she had wanted to do with other people, but she had always been afraid of their reactions, or even them rejecting her.
"Kneel" I commanded, my voice strong and assertive.
Her legs turned to jelly. As she fell to the floor a guttural groan escaped her lips coming deep from inside her, confirming this was what she wanted.
I shuffled around my room, knowing exactly what I needed in this situation. A few years ago, when I was still with my ex-girlfriend, who you might hear about in the future (no promises), we had flirted with the idea of some light BDSM gear. On a whim I had bought some stuff online, but we never had the occasion to try any of the different stuff out, so let's just say they were practically brand new. I had put them someplace in my bedroom where people wouldn't come across them if they visited, but I couldn't seem to remember where I had put them. I scanned around my room, peering at my black bed, slap bang in the middle of my bedroom, Alexis kneeling off to the side.
I walked around, inspecting the different objects in my room. My bedside table, a pure white, cluttered with various bits and bobs on top and a drawer containing anything and everything I could fit in there. I was pretty sure it wasn't there. I continued eyeing up my room, looking at three shelves that adorned my green walls, filled with books, Harry Potter, the Bible, The Call of Cthulhu, such a wide variety. And then it hit me. My family had been visiting a while ago and I had moved the toys behind my bed. I trudged to the headboard of my bed, pulling on it quickly, releasing the bag of toys that was sandwiched between the wall and the bed. As they tumbled to the floor, I grabbed the drawstring of the bag and emptied them onto the bed.
I grabbed the bag of toys and emptied them onto the bed. Buttplugs, ropes, nipple clamps, a whip, a ball gag and multiple collars tumbled from the bag. Alexis' eyes flicked towards the bed as the items tumbled from the bag, her breath caught in her throat and between her legs began to moisten.
I turned my gaze back to Alexis and softly told her "Choose".
She slowly got off her knees and quicker than I expected, grabbed one of the collars. She looked at me, eyes glistening and shining. She had often talked to me about being collared, it was one of her fantasies, but she could never go through with it because it either didn't feel right, or the person just wanted to use her. She wasn't just some whore, after all.
She wouldn't let those other guys collar her, no. She needed someone strong, someone she could trust, someone who she had a connection with. Someone who when she offered herself to him, she would feel it in her bones. She would know it was a divine sign. When she chose the collar and looked at Xavier, she knew. A light filled her inside and bliss spread to the extremities of her body. Her fingers and toes tingled as she prepared to offer her mind, body and soul to Xavier. He was the one. He always was the one. He was the one who would collar her, he was the one she would bond herself to forever.
Her mind flashed back to when she had first met him, back when they were only children. Xavier's mother used to babysit both of them after school when Alexis's mother was still at work. She remembered watching cartoon network on the TV. She would lightly bully Xavier by pushing, pinching and finally ending up laughing with him. She remembered the times they would play rugby, badminton and table tennis in school, both of them being fiercely competitive would always bring a relentless competition between them, one of them always being one step ahead of the other.
She remembered the first time he admitted to her that he had a crush on someone, and it wasn't her. She remembered the feeling of her heart shattering into a million pieces. She remembered the many months it took to get over that heartbreak. She remembered high school and accepting that it just wasn't going to happen, watching the other girls fly around Xavier like a pack of vultures, looking for scraps as she fended them off. And now as she looked at him, she realized it had all led to this. It had all led to finally getting what she wanted. She was finally submitting to him and becoming his.
