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“I just…” he shakes his head. “I’ve never felt like that before, Harper. I was so fucking proud of you, so fucking proud that you’re mine. All those people downstairs, admiring your beauty and your obedience. And I’m the one who gets to be with you.” He grins a little sheepishly. “I think I lost control for a minute there.”

I smile back. “I like it when you lose control.”

He laughs, kissing me sweetly. “It will always be this way between us,” he says against my lips. “Fun and passionate and so fucking good.”

“Sign me up.”

He lifts his head, grin growing. “Good. Because I have a present for you.” He reaches over to the bedside table and pulls a silver necklace from the drawer. As he brings it closer, I realize it isn’t just any necklace.

Nate is giving me a collar.

I know that this is a big step. Wearing a collar at Club Wyld sends a very clear message. It shows everyone that you’re giving yourself, fully and publicly, to your master. It’s a symbol of submission, of ownership. And Nate is offering it to me.

“I’ve never done this before,” he tells me, voice serious. “I’ve never wanted to. This symbolizes something important to me Harper. It’s about more than submission. It’s a commitment.” His eyes are fierce when they fix on mine. “And you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to make that commitment to.”

My throat is clogged with tears but I manage a few words. “That’s all I want.”

He tilts my head gently, and places the collar around my neck.

He stares down at me for a long moment, taking me in, sprawled naked on his bed, skin reddened from his flogger and his belt, collar around my neck.

“I’m going to need to have you again,” he groans, pressing his lips into my neck.

“I’m yours,” I tell him, tears slipping from my eyes. “I’m always yours.”

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