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So I set my fork down and murmur, “Yes, Master.”
You’re not my fucking master.
I wait as he walks over to a buffet hutch and opens a drawer. He pulls out a thick black collar with a silver ring on the front and a pair of cuffs attached to a chain. He’s all casual, like that’s a normal thing to keep in your china cabinet.
First, he affixes the cuffs to each ankle, and anger fills me when I see how short the chain is between them. I’ll be hobbling with every step I take.
When he wraps the collar around my neck, I can’t stifle a gasp of dismay. He quickly buckles it shut. It’s tight, and so thick I can’t look down.He’s collared me like a dog.I am rigid with fury and humiliation.
Looking down at me, his beautiful blue eyes holding mine prisoner, he slides his finger through the collar ring and tugs at it.
“Who do you belong to?”
Tears burn my eyes, and I shiver, even though the room is warm.
“You, Master.” I choke the words out. They taste like bile on my tongue.
“That’s right. And this collar will remind you of it, every second of every minute of the day. You’re my property. My little toy. If you attempt to take it off, I’ll do things to you that you couldn’t dream up in your worst nightmares. Understood?”
The tears spill from my eyes and trickle down my cheeks. Every cell in my body is screaming in protest. I want to scream and curse at him, claw at his face, but my body is still aching and throbbing from my last pointless attempts at rebellion. I can’t face another beating. “Yes, Master.”
“I am going to do some work in my office,” he says. “You may walk around the house. You will be summoned for lunch. After lunch, you will be taken to the gym, where you will exercise for one hour. Then you will join me for dinner.”
“Yes, Master.” I shudder as I say it.
He smiles. His finger is still hooked through the collar.
“You hate submitting, don’t you?”
I glare at him. “Yes, Master.”
He bends down and gently kisses my lips, softly caressing my mouth with his. “I know,” he murmurs as he pulls away. “That makes it so much sweeter.”
Fuck yourself up the ass with a rusty chainsaw, Joshua Smith.
He reaches out and strokes my face, sliding a finger between my lips. I do what’s expected of me. I suck on it, and I don’t understand why a hot wave of arousal rushes through me, or why I picture his cock on my tongue. He makes an “mmm” sound of appreciation, then very slowly slides his finger back out.
“Since you behaved well this morning, you may ask one question.”
Pathetic, ridiculous excitement flares through me, and I hate myself for it. My abuser’s got me so beaten down that I’m thrilled to be allowed to ask a single question.
I want to ask how to get the hell out of here, but then what if he just says there’s no way out, and I’ve wasted my one question for the day?
What should I ask?Isthis my only question for the day, the only time I’m allowed to speak? Should I ask if he’s ever going to take the collar and the ankle hobbles off?
He shakes his head and starts to walk away.
“Wait, please, wait! Master!” I scream.
He turns back and arches an eyebrow at me.
“Are you saying that I’m allowed to go anywhere in the house? What if I tried to escape? Master?”
He throws back his head and laughs.
“That’s two questions. But as a reward for good behavior this morning, I’ll answer them both…for a kiss.”
My cheeks flare red. “Yes, Master.”
