She stared at the thick and gleaming chain. She was seeing it for the first time, yes, but she knew exactly what it was. In the middle of the chain sat a soft, black leather belt- a collar. Designed to fasten around a throat or wrist or waist, depending on who held it and what they intended.
Ella grimaced.
Over the past three months, she had come to dread these sessions the most. Not because they were physically taxing or because she could not handle pain. And definitely not because of what they revealed to her about her. The sessions were an agony to her because of how easily they undid her.
Not Dale. He never touched her more than necessary. He never strayed from the mission. His words were always clipped, cold, professional. And yet… he had brought her over the edge again and again. Not with touches. But with his voice. His control and his unrelenting precision.
