Josh laid Maria on the bed gently, so as not to wake her.  

She was damn tired from the last session in the car. The smile passed his lips as he remembered how she had responded to him calling her ‘his Kitty’. She had damn near broken his dick off. Just thinking about it he began to get hard again.

“Damn!” he hissed walking out of the bedroom. He had watched her eat another woman out, and instead of feeling like the luckiest guy in the world he was jealous beyond a doubt. He had found himself wondering if she looked like that when he was fucking her from behind, if her face was so purely devious. He already knew what she looked like when she sucked his dick, love. That was what always comes to mind, the words neither him nor her used to describe their relationship to anyone outside.

They were both afraid to cause it to disappear.  So they never referred to themselves as being ‘in love’. They were just together.

He looked at the dark red velvet case she had taken out of her bag before he put her to bed. He hadn’t opened it as yet. It seemed like it deserved more than simply opening it and putting it around her neck. She deserved some kind of ceremony, at least that what he thought for the moment.

He hadn’t seen it since he saw the draft design the jeweler had drawn up. His fingers caressed the case, stroking it like another lover. He opened it slowly, not really looking at it until the case was completely open. Then there it was; the collar she wanted to wear so badly.

The silver was not the shiny kind; it was harsher, more gothic. The links on the choker were miniature handcuffs with a three tiny silver strands weaving thru them, but, the pendant, that was the single most attractive thing on the whole creation to him.

One pair of handcuffs, folded back on each other, and soldered unto a solid silver circle. The handcuffs themselves were decorated with bluish crystals, cubic zirconium more than likely. It was Maria’s birthstone. The solder had been done so neatly it looked like the handcuffs were floating above the surface. Which itself had a tribal design engraved upon it, a design of Celtic knots inter-twining which reminded him of her own body wrapping itself around his.

He already knew what was engraved behind it. But as he turned it in his fingers, he felt the emotion flood him as he read the neat calligrapher’s script ‘Property of J. Steele’

He smiled as he remembered how she had fussed naked and dripping wet, fresh out of the shower, insisting that it was a pun, the pendant as well as the wearer were both property of J. Steele. He had told her that was more than he was willing to agree to, as usual with when she thought he was being a prude, she had stuck her tongue out at him and written down the inscription to be engraved on the back of the pendant. It was no longer open for discussion.

That was one of the things he loved about her. Her sheer determination often matched his, occasionally it would surpass, not too often, but often enough that he was reminded of how strong she really was, compared to the submissive female she allowed people to see when she was with him. Maria Belvedere was a chameleon in every sense of the word. She only stood out when she was in the mood;