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Footsteps sound behind me a few minutes later, but he doesn’t touch me. There’s a lot of rustling and plastic scrunching. Blood rushes to my ears because anticipation is pumping adrenaline through my system.

“Do you trust me?” he asks against my ear. His voice sounds a little muffled.

I think my hearing’s getting wonky. “Yes.”

“Will you let me collar you?”

My body melts more. “Absolutely.”

“Can I fuck you?”

“If you don’t, I’ll scream.” I’m desperate for him.

“Angel, you’re going to scream no matter what.”

My pussy clenches.

“What’s off limits?”

“Nothing,” I say. “You can do anything you want.” I won’t tell him no. I loved everything we used to do, and that hasn’t changed. “Make me your fucktoy.”

“Fuck, Angel. You have no idea what you’re tempting me with.”

Yes, I do. “If I can’t handle you, I’ll say mocha.”

Something thick wraps around my neck and then Cole’s fastening the buckle. “Too tight?”

I swallow and move my head around. “No. It’s good.”

He hooks what I assume is a leash to me next. Then he slowly lifts the blindfold off my head.

Oh. My. God.

Cole’s wearing a skull mask that covers his mouth, head, and neck, leaving only his eyes for me to see. He lifts it up just enough to show off his sharp jaw line and smiles. “Ready to play with me?”

Hells yes, I am.

Who is this man? I mean, me and Cole did fun shit before, but this is wayyyyy hotter.

He grabs the leash and tugs it. “Crawl.”

I happily do as he orders. It’s degrading and fun. Precious and sexy. It makes me feel super vulnerable and strange.

It also makes me feel powerful and confident.

Cole wants me. His hard dick says so. And the way he carefully moves around his bedroom, pulling my goddamn leash, I know he’s testing the waters with me. “Such a good girl.” I can hear the smile in his tone. “Maybe you needed a short leash all along. That way, you couldn’t run from me back then.”

He tugs, forcing me to stand. Then he slowly winds the leash around his hand to reel me in. “Would you like that, Angel? To be leashed for me?”

My mouth runs dry.

“You want me to come home to you every night, fuck your needy pussy until it’s dripping with my cum, take every hole you have and make you beg for this cock?”

Yes. Yes. Double yes.

“You want me on my knees for you, Angel?” He drops down and tips his head back to look at me. I wish he didn’t have the mask on so I could read his expression. But maybe it’s easier for him to say this if he’s hidden. “Want me to wreck your body every day and put you back together, piece by piece, just so I can fuck you apart again?”

I swallow hard.

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