The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Candles flickered on the mantle, casting shadows that danced across the walls. In the center of the room stood a tall, imposing figure—Master Adrian. His presence was commanding, his dark eyes sharp and unyielding. At his feet knelt Evelyn, her wrists bound behind her back, her head bowed in submission. The soft leather collar around her neck was a symbol of her surrender, a mark of his claim.
“Look at me,” Adrian’s voice was low, a velvet command that sent shivers down Evelyn’s spine. She lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting his. There was no fear in her expression, only trust and a deep, aching desire. He circled her slowly, his boots echoing on the hardwood floor. “You belong to me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Every inch of you. Every breath. Every heartbeat.”
Evelyn’s pulse quickened as he stopped behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. His touch was firm, possessive, and it ignited a fire within her. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Adrian’s fingers traced the edge of the collar, his touch both tender and commanding. “This collar is more than leather,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “It’s a promise. A vow. You are mine to protect, to cherish, to command.” His hand slid down her arm, his grip tightening as he pulled her to her feet. “And tonight, I will remind you of that.”
He led her to the center of the room, where a single chair awaited. Adrian sat, his gaze never leaving hers. “Kneel,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. Evelyn obeyed without hesitation, her knees sinking onto the plush rug. He leaned forward, his fingers tilting her chin up. “You are beautiful in your submission,” he said, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “But I want more. I want everything.”
Evelyn’s breath hitched as he reached for the flogger resting on the arm of the chair. The leather strands were soft, yet she knew the sting they could deliver. Adrian’s eyes darkened as he ran the flogger along her collarbone, the sensation making her shiver. “Count for me,” he commanded, his voice firm.
The first strike landed across her back, the pain sharp and immediate. “One,” Evelyn gasped, her voice steady despite the ache. The second strike followed, then the third, each one pushing her further into the haze of pleasure and pain. She lost herself in the rhythm, in the way Adrian’s dominance consumed her.
When he finally set the flogger aside, Evelyn’s skin was flushed, her body trembling with need. Adrian stood, pulling her to her feet. His hands were everywhere, claiming her, reminding her of her place. “You are mine,” he growled, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. Evelyn melted into him, her body responding to his every touch.
He guided her to the bed, his movements deliberate, his control absolute. As he bound her wrists to the headboard, Evelyn felt a surge of anticipation. Adrian’s hands roamed her body, his touch both punishing and tender. He took his time, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot, until she was writhing beneath him.
“Please, Master,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. Adrian’s lips curved into a smirk as he positioned himself above her. “You’ll take what I give you,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. And when he finally entered her, it was with a possessive thrust that left no doubt—she was his, completely and utterly.
The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, a perfect blend of dominance and desire. As Evelyn reached her peak, Adrian’s name on her lips, he claimed her once more, his grip unyielding, his love undeniable. In that moment, there was no doubt—she was collared, claimed, and forever his.