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    Callum’s voice cut through my hesitation, reminding me of why I’d wanted this. “That collar around your neck means you’re all mine, little miss. Don’t forget that. I claimed you. No one else can have you.”
    I touched the collar, smiling. The possessive words still meant everything to me three days later, and I suspected they still would in three months, three years. Maybe even thirty years or more.
    Now I wanted to make sure Callum understood I had staked a similar claim on him. I would never put a collar around his neck, but he was mine nevertheless.
    I crawled up his body and rubbed my wet slit over his hard-on, making sure he felt how much I craved his body as I kissed him. Callum groaned into my mouth and bucked against me, trying in vain to impale me on his cock.
    I nipped his lip just hard enough to hurt, diverting his attention from his dick to our kiss. His breath caught, then he managed to bite my lower lip in retaliation; just a sweet sting of pain before his mouth soothed it away.
    The kiss roughened, our breathing harsh as we devoured one another. Callum kneaded my ass firmly, pressing me against him, and I scratched my nails down his chest experimentally, testing his reaction.
    He tore his lips from mine to let me watch him, digging his fingers into my thighs. As I scratched again, using both hands to score pink furrows down his chest, he met my gaze with defiant need.
    “Mine,” I whispered, and he smiled.
    “Gonna have to scratch harder than that, little miss.” He raked his own blunt fingernails down my outer thighs towards my knees, and the skin burned in the wake of his abrasive touch.
    “Turn over if you dare, Sir.”
    He hooked his finger through the O ring on my collar and pulled my face to within a fraction of an inch of his. His breath was warm against my lips. “Don’t get used to giving me orders, little miss.”
    I gave him a quick, cheeky peck on the lips, then gasped as he rolled us so that he was on top of me, the weight of him an inexplicable turn-on.
    “I turned over.”
    It hadn’t been how I’d meant it, and he knew that. Still, I could work with what I had. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and dragged my fingernails down his spine, not as hard as I could have, but by the way a tremor rippled through him, I knew it was enough.
    “Fuck, Kat…”
    He rubbed his cock against me, one hand edging between our bodies as if he planned to guide himself inside my pussy right then. I scratched over his shoulder blades, then sank my teeth into the flesh at the curve where his neck met his shoulder, hard enough to make him flinch.
    Releasing his skin, I murmured, “Let me up, Sir.”
    He resisted for a moment, then slid off me with a groan, lying stomach-down with his head pillowed on his hands. “I’m having second thoughts about this.”
    I sat beside him and brushed my fingers between his thighs to the delicate patch of skin just behind his balls. He sighed as I teased him there, shifting uncomfortably to try to make his hard-on less painful.
    “You sure about those second thoughts, Sir?”
    “I’m gonna flog you so hard when you’re through with this,” he told me, his tone resigned.
    “Just relax and enjoy, Sir.”
    With one hand, I continued tormenting him, stroking and teasing his balls until he thrust uselessly against the bed. With the other, I scratched down from the nape of his neck, gently enough that it wouldn’t leave a lasting mark, then increasing the force when I got to his shoulders. I scratched one side of his back, then the other, delighting in the colour change as blood rushed to the area just below the abraded surface. Each time I drew my nails along his skin, Callum tensed just a little.
    “Need to safeword, Sir?”
    “You’re not in control of this scene, little miss,” he told me, his voice amused.
    “I’m not?” It felt a lot like control to me…
    “I’m waiting for my moment.”
    Why did that thought make