Collared

She fairly bristled when he ordered her to get down on her knees. Her head came up and she looke down her nose at him. "I'm not under your control. I agreed to a little fun, but unless you missed something," she threw her hair back revealing her bare neck, "I'm not wearing your collar."

He looked at her, standing there so haughty and beautiful. She had her back up. That's what he liked. She was always a challenge. She seemed to thrive on it, really. Slowly he smiled.

She watched him smile. Simply, he was beautiful. That's what attracted her to him in the first place. His looks, his smile. His personality. He tooka step towards her. She thought he would be angry that she'd removed her collar and ended their little game. Instead he seemed amused. He placed both hands gently on her cheeks and then slid them through her hair. When he leaned down to kiss her, his lips were gentle. She got caught up in the kiss. How could she not. He could do amazing things with his lips. Make her weak kneed and light headed. He did that now. Taking his time, plundering her mouth and then withdrawing to rain kisses along her neck, grab her ear between his teeth and give a little tug. He kissed, soft, light teasing kisses along her jawline and then back up to her lips. Were she enjoyed the slant of his mouth against hers, the feel of his tongue as it stole between her lips. She enjoyed it so much she didn't notice when his hands fell away. She embraced him. Her hands moved to his shoulders, clinging to the expanse of them, drawing him ever closer and tighter so she could rub against him. She didn't initially register when his hands moved against her, moving her hair gently. And then it was too late. With a wicked sounding snap, a collar encircled her neck. There was an almost instant second click that sounded like a lock. Panicked now she lurched backwards away from him, her hands going to her neck.

There her fingers tangled with a thick solid collar. Horror registered on her face as she searched for an end to it. It was continuous and then her fingers latched onto the smallest of padlocks. She knew without having to look in the mirror that it would take a key to open it. A key she knew only he had. She glared at him. He smiled back at her. Confident now in his rights to her. "You can't do this!" She said, angry that he'd used his ability to draw her in and then trick her. Angrier still that she'd let her body and mind betray her.

"But I just did," he said as if he made all the rules. And then it donned on her that he did. She signed an agreement that as long as she wore his collar she was his. She thought it a good joke at the time and a wierd sense of role play, but it hadn't bothered her. She loved this man. Had for a number of years. They'd lived together for three years and she'd never seen this side of him until they'd played their little role play session. He'd gotten into it, apparently more than she'd anticipated.

"Now," his voice was sterner this time. "As I said, get down on your knees."

Anger this time, bright white at his betrayal, flashed in her eyes. "I'm not standing for this!" She moved as if to push past him.

Fast as lightning his hand shot out. She wasn't prepared for his intent as two electrodes touched her skin. The shock when it came was instant, dropping her to her knees. She stared up at him with her tears in her eyes. "No, you're not standing for it, are you?" he sneered. He gave her a moment to catch herself. He bent down, ran his hand through her hair, entangling his fingers. "Now lets try that again." He guided her to her feet. "Now, kneel."

With a sob, she sank back down to her knees. "Good girl. See how easy that was?" She glared defiantly up at him. He couldn't control the tremble that went through him. This was going to be so much fun. She'd no doubt regret any suggestion she'd ever made.