DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

ANTM Part 2

I'm awaken from my slumber by fingers gently touching my skin. It feels relaxing, comforting and tingles radiate through my body at their movement.

My eyes flutter before opening completely and they lock on a beautiful pair of blue-green eyes that seem to be looking at me, yet not.

Dylan's propped on his elbow, hand in his hair, his chest bare of a shirt and his hand lazily caressing my stomach. There is a gentle, protective look in his eyes and a smile tugs on his lips as his mind seems to be elsewhere. His palm flattens on my stomach before a large grin takes over his face and my breath is stolen.

He looks so beautiful. Tousled hair, swollen lips, flushed skin and a glimmer in his eyes. Not to mention that mesmerising smile, it lights up my world.

I breathe steadily looking up at my Master, my fiancé. He's all mine and I'm his, as it should be. Slowly, I move my hand towards my stomach, placing my hand on top of his and his eyes focus, pulling away from his daydream.

"You're awake," he states moving his hand so our fingers are intertwined.

"How long have I been out?" I ask turning so I'm cuddled to his chest.

Dylan releases my hand to wrap his arm around me pulling me closer to him, inhaling my scent while snuggling me. My arm wraps around his waist as I kiss his tattooed peck and nuzzle his neck.

"Thirty minutes," he replies minutes later, his fingers caressing my back. "You passed out on your third orgasm. I swore you stopped breathing for a while... I had to give you CPR."

I blush, embarrassed yet happy that I can say I've had sex so good it nearly took my life. I mean if there's a good way to go, I'm sure death by dick is one of them... but I am thankful nothing serious happened. I must just have been a bit dehydrated. I mean he did flood the gates THREE times.

My inner nympho is jumping up and down, celebrating the boom-ass dick she had just got and I am smiling so wide, feeling so sedated.

"Death by dick..." I muse into the crook of his neck. "Not a bad way to go, especially if it's yours, Master..."

Dylan chuckles pulling back to gaze down at me before placing a kiss on my forehead. "My little freak."

"Yours, always," I reply sticking out my tongue before snaking my hand towards his neck and pulling him down for a sensual kiss.

We pull back seconds later when the air became necessary and I look up at him enamoured by the man beside me.

"I'm so happy you're mine," he grins cupping my cheek. "Soon you'll be my wife..."

My heart jumps at the word wife, I have been fantasizing about being married to him for years and it will soon be a reality. I reach up to touch his hand on my cheek and as my hand passes over my neck, I notice I'm not wearing his engagement collar. We didn't even put it on before we ravished each other like starving animals.

"My collar?" I ask biting my lip. "I want to wear it. I want you to put it on me."

Dylan's lips lift to give a lopsided smile before kissing me once again and sitting up. I follow him, gazing down noting that I'm in the red lingerie instead of my dress.

I'm surprised I didn't pick that up sooner.

Dylan steps out of the room in his black pants, using the door to the left of the bed and my eyes take in the room. It's beige with a small dresser, two nightstands and a wardrobe. A door lies opposite the queen size bed I'm in and it's a bathroom.

I'm in the pool house bedroom, I deduct.

This is where Dylan and I spent most of our time, enjoying each other's company. We would sneak out at night and come here. Even our stash was hidden here... our stash!