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Her fingers rub against each other like they’re trying to control themselves. Does she want to reach out and touch me? The thought of her being nervous makes me smirk. Her eyes scan up my legs, to my bare chest, and stop on my lips. She bites down on her own, and I can’t help but notice the pink hue on her chest.
She’s losing it. There’s a power in that, an exhilaration that’s hard to ignore. I need to remember to lose the shirt more often.
“I never noticed…” she whispers, moving her hands down to her sides. “I mean, I noticed. I just never…”
“Allowed yourself too long to appreciate it.” I move toward her.
“Right.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, like she has zero control of herself.
“And what about now? Are you going to allow yourself?” My last step brings me to her feet, and I straddle one leg while standing above her.
Her chin lifts, and her hair skims over her back. “It’s probably not a good idea.”
“Sometimes the bad ideas are the ones that change our lives, Hannah. Let me change everything.” I lean down, inching my lips closer to hers. “I know you said you didn’t want me to kiss you yet, but…”
My pupils dilate. “Is that—”
“A collar, for a filthy pet,” he says, biting his lip.
“But …” I mutter.
“You didn’t think I’d let you get off that easily, did you?”
He approaches me with the collar and goes to one knee as he wraps it around my neck and locks it into place before I can even raise a finger. I scratch at it and tug it away as he attaches the chain.
He tips up my chin. “Don’t fight it.”
Then he gets up, still holding the chain. I’m like a dog on a leash … and the dirty grin on his face makes me want to bite his face.
My nostrils flare. “How long does this thing stay on?”
“As long as I want it to,” he replies. “As long as it takes for you to learn your lesson.”
“That you don’t get to turn away from me. That you don’t run away from a man like me. That you don’t … go and fall for another man’s charms.” There’s a hint of betrayal glimmering in his eyes.