“You belong to me,” he began, softly. xxx18 “You will not contact me or come here or to my store until Friday night, is that understood?”
Marie, white-faced, her expression stricken, gave the barest of nods and whispered, “Yes, Master.”
He reached down for the collar, which he had dropped to the floor, and fastened it around her neck. At least he wasn’t going to watch this time. “Time to go, princess,” he said softly. Her clit throbbed and stung as the blood rushed back into it, and meanwhile his cock was buried deep inside her. Sweet Jesus, he was going to kill her—the pleasure she felt now was so akin to pain, so mixed up with it, that she couldn’t assimilate it.
