Page 15 of On a Fault Line

What a sight…

“We have to do a few things before you get your cream. Okay, kitten?”

She is an obedient pet. I’ll give her that.

The typically spunky Penny definitely can settle into her role of being cooperative if she allows her mind to stop overthinking all the ways she can be defiant instead.

Reaching below my chair, I retrieve the box that I was going to share with her tonight. But some things can’t wait.

Penny does this to me. She makes me get impatient and moving off-plan.

And while I like to keep my hand close to my chest, she possesses a hold on me that has me showing all my cards.

I nudge her head to be upright, presenting her with the small box.

She looks at me expectantly.

“It’s a gift. Go ahead and open.”

Taking the box from my hands, Penny’s delicate fingers pull off the lid to reveal the choker necklace inside that is made of the softest leather and a pendant that is sparkly with diamonds. Etched in the center is the word—princess.

“It’s your collar and can be worn for my pleasure when the atmosphere allows.”

Removing the jewelry from the box, Penny rotates it in her hand. “Thank you.”

“You are so welcome. Can I put it on you?”

Shocked that I’m even asking, she nods her head. “I would love that.”

I unhook the clasp in back and wrap it around her delicate neck.

Placing two fingers under the strap, I examine the tightness, making sure it won’t cut off her circulation regardless of how she moves.

“There.”

It fits perfectly.

Penny’s fingers reach up to touch her custom accessory, giving me a beaming smile when she catches me staring at her.

“And just when I thought there was no way you could look any more delectable, you prove me wrong. I could stare at you for an eternity and be convinced it isn’t enough time.”

This girl wearing my jewelry with pride instantly has me growing even more attached.

We are just a few hours into the one hundred days, and I can already tell I’m not going to be able to let her go.

Tugging on the pendant, I get Penny to rise to her feet as I follow her up. I lead her to the four-poster bed that needs her body as its centerpiece.

“Crawl to the middle.”

I watch her from behind as she follows her order.

There’s something about seeing her on all fours…

It’s like watching someone submit and reign at the same time.

“Lie on your back. It’s time for me to check if you are as turned on as I am.”

Now it’s my turn to crawl, and I do, to meet her in the middle.

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