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Manson didn’t let me go. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing like a serpent.
“I knew you’d be wearing something sexy under this little skirt,” he said, his voice dangerously low as he crushed me against him, lewdly holding up my skirt. “Just a tiny thong. It barely even covers you!”
Jason knelt at my feet and ran his tongue up my thigh. He’d gotten his tongue pierced last month and now that it was finally healed, he constantly wanted to show it off.
“She’s such a little slut,” he said. His tongue traced right along the edge of my underwear, the silver ball on his jewelry glistening in the light. “Are you really wearing this thong when you’re out on the football field? Or walking down the halls?”
“It’s like you’re asking for it,” Lucas snarled. He squeezed my tits through my shirt, hard enough to hurt. He chuckled when I flinched in pain, renewing my struggle to get away.
Their hands were all over me — gripping, pinching, pushing, pulling. They manhandled me back down into the basement, which was no longer pitch black.
Vincent was waiting for us.
“There she is!” he said cheerfully. The dark makeup on his face made his eyes and smile appear eerily wide. He had a coil of rope in his hand as he bounced to his feet, tipping his head to look at me curiously. “I thought you might actually get away, and that would have beensosad.” He pouted his lip. “I have so many tricks to show you.”
His chilling words, and the smile that accompanied them, inspired another frantic attempt at escape. They weren’t expecting it, and for a brief second I managed to slip out of Manson’s arms.
It was Lucas who dragged me back, kicking and screaming. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “But you’re not going anywhere.”
For the first time, I noticed the candles set up on the chest of drawers along the wall. The drawers were full of toys, restraints, lubricants — anything and everything we could need for a scene. But I was momentarily distracted with what was on top of the drawers, rather than within them.
The black candles were arranged in a semicircle, and something was shimmering in the center of them. It was a rose gold metal collar, slim and delicate. It glowed in the candlelight, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
I was obsessed with the ring they’d gotten me. I hated to take it off, even when I showered. People would ask if I was engaged, and most of the time I would simply tell them I was married. Just because we hadn’t signed legal documents didn’t make the ring any less meaningful.
But the sight of the collar had me swelling with emotion yet again.
“It’s yours, sweetheart,” Lucas whispered, his voice soft despite his harsh grip. Gentleness came to him far more easily now. His first few months in therapy had been rough, but as time went by, the change in him was obvious. Sliding back into character, he hissed, “We’re going to lock it onto you and throw away the key.”
Manson stood beside the table, and I noticed something dangling from his hand: a tiny metal key, on a red string. He held it up so I could see it better, and Vincent gave the key a little tap with his finger, causing it to swing erratically from Manson’s hand.
“Looks like Miss Queen Bee doesn’t find us as detestable as she’d like us to believe,” Jason said. “You like that collar, don’t you, princess?”
“Come here, Jess,” Manson said, and Lucas released me with a gentle shove. “Kneel for me.”
I stood there for a moment, wavering. I’d had no idea they planned on doing this, although I suddenly realized they’d been dropping little hints all week. This was why Vincent had made so many jokes about getting new collars for the dogs. This was why Manson had continually made comments about how much he liked chokers on me.
Forgetting the roleplay almost entirely, I stepped forward. The candlelight danced in Manson’s eyes as I knelt for him, keeping my gaze on him as I sunk down. My bare knees hit the concrete floor, and Manson smiled.
“God, that’s a beautiful sight,” he said.
Vincent lifted the collar from the table. It opened with a small, nearly-invisible hinge. I lifted my chin a little higher as he fit it on my neck, and I shivered at the touch of cold metal. The collar was very slim, but it had a pleasant weight to it as it settled into place.
It clicked closed and I gulped. Vincent kissed the nape of my neck, his fingers brushing over me tenderly.
Manson stepped closer, holding up the key.
“You’re ours,” he said. “Your safety, security, and well-being is our responsibility. You’ve entrusted yourself to us, Jess. We take that decision seriously.”
“We always protect what’s ours,” said Lucas. He stood beside Manson, and although his expression was reserved, I could see the love in his eyes.
Love for me. For us.
“We couldn’t decide who gets to hold the key,” Jason said. “So we’re getting three extra ones made so we can all have one.”
We’d all fallen entirely out of character, but I was too happy to care. The weight of the collar around my neck filled me with pride. I sat up straighter as Manson leaned over me and used the key to lock the collar into place.
There was a tiny click, and it felt like my heart skipped a beat.
