Collared [Excerpt]

Chapter Three

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THE DOORS OPENED to a rectangular foyer with incandescent lights rooted on the floor. Abigail didn't let the simplicity of the room belittle the trust she had given the dominatrix. She made a promise to give her last try a fighting chance. She'd give it her all and if it didn't work out, she'd settle.

The pathway of lights led to a massive floor to ceiling door. The fibrous material brought a historic feel to the ambiance. The dark wood added a mixture of elegance and danger, much as the man she dreamed of. She only hoped he stood behind the door. Black spikes decorated the perimeter of the many squares that patterned it. The pads of her fingers grazed the spikes. They were sharp. Sharp enough to draw blood. Sharp enough to hurt like hell. Sharp enough to make her horny.