Julian Hoff- a multimillionaire running a multimillion dollar business alongside his father.
Kindness and compassion were never in Juliens vocabulary.
Involved in the BDSM lifestyle, the sadistic, twisted master never kept a girl for more than the...
The bahamas came and went, and I hadn't enjoyed myself more. Being surround by people who were so easy to hang out with.
We were all going clubbing now, after spending a week recuperating from the jet lag. "How's this" I asked.
"You look so good" Julian smiled. I wore my leather pants that flared at the ends, and just a simple red top, all paired with some nice black heels. "Can I braid your hair?"
"Can you do two braids instead of one"
"Absolutely"
I sat on the bed and he quickly did my hair in french braids, kissing the top of my head when he was finished.
"I have something to add to your outfit. If you're okay with it" He said going to the closet and coming back with a sleek black box.
"Ooh a box, it'll match perfectly." I joked.
He laughed, "Open it, dork."
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"Is this what I think it is?" I turned around and looked at him.
"I want to collar you." He caressed my cheek softly, "You're my perfect submissive. My perfect match. And I want it to be known who you belong to. But only if you're ready. Only if you're 100% okay with it. If not, you will not hurt my feelings. This is your decision too."
"Please" I handed him the box and got down in position beneath him. Sitting on my knees, palms up, straight back, head looking down.
I felt the cool metal against my neck and couldn't help but smile. He fastened it and let his fingers trace it for a moment before using his index finger to lift my chin.
"I love you."
It was the first time he had said it. And I nearly cried from happiness.
"I love you." I smiled happily. His faced beamed with joy as he beckoned me up. He didn't waste any time in kissing me. "Thank you, sir."
"You never take it off without my permission." He said. "If I find out you took it off without asking you're getting a severe punishment."
"Yes, sir. I'll never take it off." I smiled and let my hand fiddle with it.
He looped his finger in the hole and pulled me as close to him as I could get, "Promise?"
"Promise" I smiled and kissed him softly.
"I do have another one" he said letting my collar go and going back to the closet. He pulled out another box and took out the collar.
It was thicker than this, and black with silver accents. Written clear as day on the front, in silver font was Julian's.
"It's more for if we ever do a scene, or are in a more serious bdsm setting." He said letting me hold it.
"I like it." I traced his name, "Is it rude to say I like this one more" I touched the one on my neck.
