The Collar
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Chapter 3 – The Collar
Morning light poured through the floor-length windows, but Alesia felt no warmth.
She woke in Nico’s bed, fully dressed, untouched… and marked. Around her neck lay a thick strip of velvet—black, soft, and unmistakably a collar.
She ripped it off with trembling fingers just as the door opened.
Nico leaned against the frame, shirtless, smug. "It suits you."
"F**k you," she spat.
He chuckled. “Not yet.”
He walked in, tossing a small leather box onto the bed. Inside: a diamond pendant on a steel collar. Sleek. Shiny. Unremovable without a key.
“I told you last night—obedience earns freedom. Defiance earns punishment.”
“You think I’m your pet?”
“No,” he said, stepping close. “You’re my wife. That means you’re mine—body, name, and screams.”
She backed away. He followed.
“You want to run?” he asked. “Go ahead. But understand—every time you disobey me, I’ll take something. And every time you obey…” His eyes dipped to her lips. “I’ll reward you the only way I know how.”
He gripped her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his.
“Now, kneel.”
She didn’t move.
He took the collar, looped it behind her neck. "Last chance, Alesia. Kneel, and I’ll make you come like no man ever has. Fight, and I’ll make you cry."
The words hit her like fire and ice.
And still… she knelt.
Not because she submitted. But because she wanted to survive.
His hand fisted in her hair. His other unzipped his pants.
“Open your mouth.”
She did.
And that night, her moans echoed off stone walls—choked, furious, and wet with shame.
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