Graduation day dawned bright and unseasonably warm for May.
Eliza stood in front of the full-length mirror in Lucian’s bedroom—now their bedroom—adjusting the black graduation gown over the outfit he’d chosen.
Beneath the gown: a sheer black lace bodysuit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. No bra. No panties. Just delicate straps framing her breasts and crotch, the fabric whispering against her skin with every movement.
And the collar.
Not the discreet choker she’d worn before. This one was bolder—wide black leather with a silver ring at the throat, hidden for now beneath the gown’s high collar, but unmistakable up close.
He’d fastened it himself that morning, after waking her slowly with his mouth and hands, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm without penetration.
“Tod
