Page 26 of Violent Cravings

“Yes, master.” Her voice sounds hollow and weak, as if she’s about to cry.

Finally, she decides to obey, carefully placing one foot in front of the other, balancing herself on the heels while struggling to maintain eye contact. She walks until she’s about two feet from me, then she pauses, a hesitant smile gracing her face, before she turns her back to me and walks back to the chair. It’s the first time I’m seeing the dress from behind. The low-backed detail allows for a good view of her spine, all the way down until just above the curve of her ass. I’m glad she’s wearing her hair up, just as instructed. It allows for an even better view of her naked back and will make for a great moment when I free her brunette locks to fall down her slender frame.

“Very good choice,” I praise her. “That dress looks fantastic on you.”

She comes to a halt and turns to me. The smile she casts me this time is a lot more genuine than the one before.

“Thank you,” she says. “I like it, too.”

“Your presentation, however,” I add, approaching her. “That was pathetic.”

The smile is gone as quickly as it appeared, quickly replaced by a worried expression.

I place my index finger below her chin and force her to look back up at me.

“You’re so beautiful, so exquisite,” I whisper. “But you need to learn how to show it off. You move as if you want to disappear from the world instead of drawing its eyes to you.”

She bites her lower lip. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I say. “Change it.

Her eyelashes flutter with nervous anticipation as she processes my words.

“You’ll learn,” I assure her, leaving her to walk over to the dresser. I place her bag on top of it and open one of the upper drawers to retrieve the first of many items she’ll wear for me.

Her eyes widen when she sees the collar in my hand.

“Have you ever been collared?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “N...n...no.”

It takes just one raised eyebrow to make her aware of her mistake.

“No, master,” she corrects herself.

“Good girl,” I praise. “I’m happy to be the first to bestow that honor upon you.”

She offers a shy smile when I close the leather training collar around her neck. It’s a simple one with no frills, just a simple d-ring at the front and a tiny lock in the back, and only I will have the key.

“Show me you wrists,” I order after the collar is set in place.

She lifts her arms, her palms facing up as if she was carrying a tray in front of her chest. A faint sigh escapes her lips when I fasten leather cuffs around her dainty wrists, making sure that they’re not too tight but not loose enough for her to take them off either.

“You’ll wear the color and cuffs for as long as you’re here,” I say. “Always. Do you understand?”

Her green eyes lock onto mine when she nods like a good girl.

“Yes, master.”

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