Trapped Between Two Alphas
CHAPTER 108

(Katerina's POV)

Kol had hardly had a moment to breathe much less any time to really pay attention to or dote onme ever since he had gotten back from vacation. Vacation ... what kind of break is that if it causesyour whole life to turn upside down once you return home? Now he stays busy, don't get mewrong; he works way more than eight hours a day. In fact, there are most days that he isn't evenfinished with work until around eight in the evening and even then he has to make himself stop. Butlately, he hadn't even been able to do that and it was beginning to take its toll. I missed him ..desperately.

I'm not a whiner or complainer; I'm really not. What difference would it make anyway?

I, after a while, can't help but wonder if he even thinks about me during these longs hours and daysthat I don't even get a chance to curl up at his feet. It hurts so much that I can feel it welling up inmy chest like a hurtful lump that I can't swallow past.

But one day I couldn't take it any more. I needed to just be with him, even if it was only for fifteenminutes. So I decided it was time that I took matters into my own hands. Hubby needed adistraction and I was determined that I was going to be it.

Being a sex maniac that I am, that night I took special pains while he was locked away in the office,so engrossed in his work that he barely had a spare minute to breathe. I took a long, leisurely bathwith scented oils and spent the time necessary to make sure that my body was rid of any hair,working body lotion in afterwards and blow-drying my sun-kissed fiery curls into long, soft waves. Iapplied very little make-up, only to enhance my natural beauty and dabbed Holden's favoriteperfume behind my ears, in the hollow of my throat, behind the bend of my knees, at my wrists andjust above the inward curve of my navel. Donning the pretty pink collar he had purchased for me,with the heart-shaped tag that had my name engraved on it in small cursive letters, and nothingelse, I was ready to help him relax and take a much needed break.

Quietly I crept up towards the open door of the office and peeked around the door frame. I couldsee that he was just as busy as ever with a frown on his face and it only steeled my determination totake his mind off his troubles, even if it was for only tonight. Slipping back away from the door, Ispied his house shoes beside the couch and I quickly ran to pick them up. With a devilish glint in thedepths of my sapphire gaze, I dropped to my knees and pushed the slippers together flat beforeinserting them into my mouth sideways, carefully holding them with my teeth before falling forwardgently onto my hands so that my long mane parted and fell over the curve of my bared shoulders.

I could only hope that this would work.

Quietly, beautifully I crawled through the open door of the office, his house shoes clampeddelicately between my moist, glossed lips, blue eyes resting on him as he worked. I could hear thebarely audible jingle of my tag swing against the loop of my collar and knew he wouldn't be able tohear it either unless he stopped typing. At times like this I was grateful for the carpet beneath myknees but even if it had been dried rice scattered across a hardwood floor as a form of punishment,I would have gladly crossed it just to get to his feet once again.

Just when I thought I would get to his feet without him even noticing me, there was a lull in histyping as he sat back in his chair and just stared at his computer screen before stretching his armsand closing his eyes. He must have heard the bare sound of my collar because suddenly his chairrolled back and he swiveled around to see me near enough to reach out and touch my hair. I felt myheart suddenly take flight as I saw the frown and the stress etched across his brow suddenly fadeand give way to a huge grin as his teak-brown eyes swept appreciatively over my form just before Ireached my destination before him. He didn't need to say anything; it was all written across his faceas clearly as if he had posted it on one of those signs along the highway; He was glad to see me.Stopping just before him, I sat back on my heels that were beneath the curve of my ass, silkentanned thighs blooming open before his gaze that darkened as I recognized the lust that waswritten within their depths. My back arched slightly, pushing my full creamy breasts forward towardshim in silent offering, the sun-kissed orbs tipped with hardened nipples that cried out silently forthe claim of his mouth. My hands fluttered down to the tops of my thighs, fingers splaying naturallyover the flesh before gently raking my nails along the skin as if it were a promise of what was tocome and what I so longed to do to his back as he fucked up deep inside of me.

His hand reached out to gently, lovingly touch my face; his fingers brushing over the soft blush thathad kissed my cheeks. They traced the contours of my cheek before sliding into my soft, thicktresses. Despite my obedience and my will power to stay displayed before him like this, a soft purrrumbled from deep within my throat at the touch of his hand in my hair. That was one thing thatalways got to me. It was a direct line straight down between my thighs. Still holding his house shoesin between my lips, I whimpered softly and pressed my head more into his hand.

He didn't say anything but instead just toyed with my hair for a while before slowly slipping a handbeneath my jaw, his gaze locked with mine. "Release." That was the only command that was given. Itwas short, soft and directly to the point. I instantly obeyed and gently dipped my chin as my lipsslowly left the leather of his shoes, allowing them to drop down into his hand which he promptlymoved and tossed the shoes across the room with a grin. I knew that he wanted something elsewhich meant that I had succeeded in doing what I had set out to do ... distracting the man that Iloved.

(Annabel POV)

I was becoming more accustomed to the little things that Kaden enjoyed most; lying on the groundat his feet, using my tongue over the rough exterior of his shoes to show my devotion and thecomforting sound of my leash clicked onto the ring of my collar at night as I took my place betweenhis thighs to sleep with my head on his hips, auburn curls accentuated by blonde highlights fannedover him like a light blanket and a soft pillow cover for my head. Yes, I said comforting because thatwas what it was becoming to me.

I loved the way he tugged on the leash once I was settled, making the leather strap taut between hishand and my collar, nudging it up just enough so that I felt it snug against my throat. It was alwaysfollowed by the downward motion of his hand as his fingers slid into my soft tresses, wrappingthem around his fingers. A quick tug always brought forth a soft purr from my lips followed by thecomfort that I took from his hand stroking over my head accompanied by his voice laced withexhaustion speaking to me right before I drifted off into sweet dreams of my life at his feet and inhis arms ... "Good girl. I love you, Mine." Nothing else mattered to me ... just those two phrases. Iwould do just about anything to hear them slip from his lips. Honestly, I had found nothing so farthat I wouldn't do to hear them. And he knew it.

During the day, I always wore my collar. It was a pretty pink one, much like a sleek, well-pamperedfeline's with a heart-shaped name tag that had my chosen name on it in cursive letters: Anny. Iloved that collar. It was the one that I always wore around the house and in his presence. He hadgiven it to me after I had earned my way out of the simple black one purchased at the localPetsmart. And then I had one that I wore outside of the house that looked more like jewelry. Mostpeople aren't too fond of slavery or girls wearing collars out.

Dean respected my position in public and had purchased a lovely silver Turian style collar with asmall little ring on it that moved at will. It looked like a very cool choker and I got tons ofcompliments on it.

So we were going out tonight to one of our favorite places to eat and I was excited about gettingout and being with him. I always felt so proud when I was in his arms

Tonight he said that it was a very special night and he had a surprise planned for me since it was ouranniversary. I was both estatic and nervous. I wanted to please him above anything else. So I tookcareful pains with my appearance. He had requested that I wear my black leather pants and highheel boots with the matching vest that showed off my bountiful cleavage that he loved to show offin a tasteful display of my clothes. I left my hair long and loose with soft curls that cascaded downthe curve of my spine in a glorious display of molten fire tinted with blonde strands that glimmeredin the lights. Glancing into the mirror, azure blue eyes smiled back at me with a glimmer of eageranticipation. Lifting my fingers to caress the silver steel of my collar, I took a deep breath and stood,turning in the mirror to smile back at the curved sexy figure looking back at me. I was ready.

When I walked into the living room, I saw him standing in the doorway, leaning against it with aplayful grin on his face, my everyday pink feline collar with its heart-shaped name tag hanging fromhis finger. I could feel my eyes widen as he twirled it on his finger before he spoke in his sexyEnglish accent that I loved almost as much as I loved him. "Tonight, Mine,” he began as his eyesslowly traveled down my length appreciatively, "you wear this one."

I knew my face must have registered shock from the amused expression on his face but I didn't fightit or comment as he pushed away from the doorway to move behind me. Instead my hand movedto reflexively pull the long mane of my hair to one side, revealing the twisted clasp at the back ofmy neck so he could remove the silver collar and replace it with the pink leather one. I could feel thesudden flight of nervous butterflies in my stomach as I knew that tonight he wanted everyone toknow exactly what I was and the pride that he took in owning a girl such as me.

When I felt him step away and the leather collar in place with the small metal heart name tag thathit against the hollow of my throat, I released my hair from my grasp and slowly turned my head tolook at him as he moved back around my side to come back fully into my view. I could feel the heatof my blush kissing my cheeks as he moved towards the door and took down the matching leashfrom its hook. Oh God ... not that!

I suddenly felt sick from the nervous rumbling in my belly. He was going to take me out in publicwith my leash and I knew that there was nothing I could do to change his mind. There was that partof me that was secretly thrilled ... I wanted to be displayed as his property and have everyone knowthe reality of my love and devotion to this man but there was that other part of me, that part thathad been raised to be an equal to men, to hold my head up in dignity with my ability to be just asgood if not better than them ... that part of me that had a firm grasp still on my respect and for thefirst time, I knew that tonight ... tonight, he was going to take my experiences with him, myeducation in this way of life, to new heights. It both thrilled and terrified me.

"Master," I started to say but even before his eyebrow lifted in response to the questioning gazethat I gave him, I knew that I couldn't deny or question him. Even in this. He was testing myobedience and I was determined not to fail.

Clipping the leash to my collar, he tugged on it reassuringly, just like he did every night that I sleptbetween his thighs and for a moment I was comforted. As his hand gently touched my face, I felt myeyes close and my head turn into his palm where I placed a tender kiss there. I loved him. I woulddo anything for him. Even this.

I followed him out of the apartment and down the steps of our apartment building. I could feel hisexcitement, his pride as he led me along on the leash. I prayed that we wouldn't run into any onethat I knew from work but there was also that part of me that secretly hoped that we ran intosomeone. I wanted them to see me being led on a leash behind the man that I adored and that Iwould risk humiliation like this for, just to see his smile.

We only ran into one person from our complex in the lit corridors as we moved down to the parkinglot; old man Jansen. He had paused at the bottom of the stairwell as they descended, his eyeswidening as he saw me on the end of a leash, the pretty collar's nametag glistening in the dim lightoverhead and as he stepped aside to let us pass, I saw a smile flicker over his lips. I followed Kadenbut my head turned as I saw the old man let his gaze travel down my body and then fall back on mycollar and leash before meeting my gaze. I couldn't help but grin when I saw him wink.

I couldn't help but wonder about the rest of the reactions I would get tonight. But I knew I wasabout to replace out.