"It is your collar Ms. Neri. If you are mine, you will wear it."
I had to move, I couldn't think with his lips against the back of my neck, with his arms wrapped around me. I kissed his hand and then sat up, holding the collar in my hand.
Had I really accepted what it meant to be a slave? To be owned by this man? Bedroom games like pulling hair and pushing hands down were just that - games. But Mr. Stone didn't play games. He was dominant and he wanted me to be submissive. He wanted me to wear his collar. He wanted me to be his slave.
I looked at him and saw he was watching me with his piercing blue-green eyes. He was waiting for my answer. I ran my finger over the leather, daring myself to wear it, telling myself to run away.
If I put this on, who would I become?