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A walk? Jace said if I touched the collar, he would parade me around in front of the staff, but I didn’t touch it, so WHAT THE FUCK.
I've been dying to be collared again, and my pussy is already dripping at the possibilities of what's to come, but I don't want anyone to see me crawling around attached to a leash like a dog.
From beside me, Jace grabs a candle from a drawer, lights it, and says, “Let's play a game,”
Great, what's this depraved man want from me now?
The only recognition I give him is by getting in position on all floors with my hands planted on the warm floor like he asked.
Jace gets on one knee with the burning flame in front of my face and says, "I'll be punishing you no matter what. But If you can hold the candle in your mouth without making a peep until I remove it, I will stop trying to force you to speak to me. But if you make the slightest whimper while still holding the candle, you have to drop the silent treatment, and I’ll punish you accordingly.”
“Now open wide.”
That doesn’t sound too hard as long as I don’t get burned. I'll be too focused on the candle to make any noise, and if I do, fuck him. Jace can't force the words out of me. No matter how hard he tries, that will always be my choice.
When my mouth opens, Jace inserts the candle into it horizontally. When my teeth clench on the waxy stick, it is locked in place with a tight hold. There’s no way I’m dropping this bad boy.
Jace straightens to full height and drops one end of the diamond leash in my sight before attaching the other end to the matching collar around my neck.
“Ok, Little Slut let’s go to the playroom,” he says, pulling back on the slack of the leash.
Fuck, I hope the playroom isn’t too far away.
The last time Jace collared me, he gave me one rule: Don’t crawl too slow or fast, and I will follow it meticulously.
With one hand in front of the other, he leads me out a different door than the one he brought me in.
My stalker parades me through the entire first floor at a slow pace while the candle remains immobile between my teeth. I want to peek over my shoulder to glance at Jace in all his dominant glory, but the stakes for dropping the candle are high enough, and I have something to prove.
Ugh, what am I doing? Despite our physical attraction, I couldn't name anything Jace, and I have in common. Well, maybe one since I'm a heartless killer now. I need to get the fuck out of here and go home to be alone with my quietness. If I even have a home left to go back to. All my belongings from the apartment are here, even the elaborate bookcase I had installed.
