“Mistress.” She ran a hand through his hair once, pleased at how he chased it, yet kept his gaze on her. They both knew he knew better than to take his eyes off her in this moment. She held the collar in front of him, cocking a brow at him, silently asking if he wanted to go along with what she had planned for him. Slowly, he took the leather in his hand clasping it around his neck, his gaze just as intense as hers.
“Oh,Tahno,” she nearly purred, “we’re going to have so much fun with you.”