Evelyn blinked. Did he just say what I think he said? Is he playing with me right now? She controlled her breathing as she observed Dean carefully. His eyes were downcast, focused on her feet or the floor, she really couldn't tell where he was looking. His breathing was even and shallow. His heart didn't seem to be racing or straining but his pulse was visibly ticking away in his neck. As she watched, a flush rose from his neck up across his cheeks. "Care to repeat that?" she asked softly.

He cleared his throat. "I have to prove that I am goo…"

Evelyn slapped her hand across his mouth. "If I ever hear that drivel fall from your mouth again, you will pray that your Goddess puts you in a Bird Cage. That will be kind considering the punishment I will hand out for that insubordination." Dean looked down at her without blinking. She continued, "You will know and understand your place. You will not waver. It is your job to know, understand, relish, and cherish your position. If you do not… If you cannot…" She thought she saw tears in the corner of his eyes. Using one finger, she lifted his chin. "Strip. Get into the shower." She watched as Dean divested himself of the pants and leather crotch-less briefs. She bit her lip to contain her smile as he hurriedly dropped the material on the floor and pulled his shirt over his head. Evelyn slipped into the shower just before Dean, swallowing her groan as he held her hip in his large palm to make sure she didn't slip. She felt the metal of the cage brush against her other hip as he moved past her. She turned and grasped his shoulders, pushing him to the floor to kneel. Stepping close to him, she cradled his face close to her breasts. "Look at me as I speak to you, sub. Hear me, Dean." He blinked and scraped his chin against the valley between those lily-white mounds as she spoke into his ear and ran her fingers through his hair. "You are good enough. I chose you. YOU. You will be mine. M-I-N-E. You will wear my collar." She jerked his head back suddenly as she growled, "I own your cock, your come, your orgasms, your back, your chest, your neck, your ass. I own you. Your desires are mine. Understand that. Enjoy that. Relish that." His mouth was open as he panted for breath. His eyes almost appeared glassy. "Does that turn you on?"

"Yes, Goddess." he whispered.

"Speak clearly when you address your Goddess." she demanded.

He swallowed hard. "Yes, Goddess. Being completely owned by you turns me on." He swallowed again and murmured. "The Cage makes it painful."

Evelyn reached between Dean's legs to caress his still-encased cock. "That was supposed to make it impossible to become erect. You aren't supposed to be able to get like that, Dean. You are a very determined fella. The key is on my dresser. Remove the Bird Cage carefully. Do not injure yourself. Then come back here." She caressed him the entire time she spoke and kissed his forehead after ordering him away.

Not looking at him, Evelyn turned and began to wash herself off. She listened to Dean leave the room. She heard him groan in the next room. She knew when he returned to the shower. She didn't stop her thorough scrubbing and sudsing of her scalp. After a few seconds, calloused palms joined hers in threading through her short brown hair. Evelyn didn't protest when she was pulled back against his chest as he washed her hair and then rinsed it under the pulsating shower. He whispered, "I want to fulfill your desires." She spun around and cupped him in her hand. He moaned.

"I desire…" Evelyn nipped Dean's ear. He hoisted her against the wall of the shower and buried his face in between her thighs. She held the back of his head as he thrust his tongue inside her. Then he sucked on her clit. When she pulled his hair he thrust with his tongue again. He returned to sucking on her clit when she started to moan. "Dean…" He increased his vigor, trying to drive her to the brink. "Dammit! Dean!" She pulled his hair as she fought her orgasm. He grasped her hips, holding her tightly as he lowered her from shoulder height to his waist where he rubbed the head of his cock over her opening. Meeting her gaze, he thrust inside. They both imploded. Arms locked around each other, they rocked together, melding into one.

Sunday morning, Dean woke up and stretched his arms over his head. He was reluctant to leave Evelyn's bed and home after the night that they'd had. We've made progress but we've got so much farther to go. I still want… Evelyn's palm rested on his chest. Her fingers lightly scratched his pectoral muscles. Her lips grazed his biceps as she whispered, "Stop fretting so much. You need to get to work." He swung his legs over the side of the bed. Heading for the bathroom, Dean paused in front of the mirror. He froze as he stared at his reflection. "You understand what that means?" He nodded. "This shouldn't interfere with work. You should be able to wear it all the time. If you can't, that's okay. We'll get you a new one."

Dean fingered the leather band that circled his neck. He'd expected his collar to look like a thick, spiked contraption that would remind someone of a dog collar. The leather band that adorned his neck looked more like a man's necklace. It was black leather, made of six individual strips that were braided together. When he looked closer he thought he saw something burned into some of the braids. "You collared me." He gulped. "I really do belong to you." He met her gaze in the mirror and smiled. "I am honored, Goddess."

Evelyn nodded. "Don't be late for work. Be back here to take me to GMG. You will thank me tonight."