Chapter 3
Property of D. Vale
The gold collar hadn’t left my throat.
Not since last night.
He’d left it on—said nothing about removing it, and I didn’t dare ask.
Not when I woke up sore, marked with red streaks on my ass, and his c*m still drying between my thighs.
I’d stayed in that townhouse all night.
Not in a bedroom.
No—Dominic had me curled up at the foot of his bed. Naked. Collared. Like a pet.
There was a soft blanket laid down—rich, velvety, deliberately placed. My designated space.
He’d fed me before bed, too. Not dinner. Him.
He’d knelt on the bed and made me open my mouth. Fed me his c**k. Slow, deep, deliberate strokes until I gagged and he growled, “Good girl,” like I was his favorite thing.
When I swallowed every drop, he rubbed my throat in approval and tucked
