Page 154 of Haze

My wolf wags her tail, excited to go to him and follow his directions.

But if I’m forced to behave and do as I’m told, it’ll be on my terms. Stretching out, I tease him as I arch my back and push my tits out. I turn over onto my hands and knees and crawl to him, shifting my hips in tempting swings for the few paces across the bed. Once I’m before him, I press my tits toward him as I move to kneel.

The raised eyebrow and glint in his eye at my sass feels like praise. It sends a warmth of desire through me.

Finn opens the box, and I’m pleasantly surprised to find another beautiful leather collar, this one deep brown. My throat constricts at the intimidating two-inch thickness. It’s larger than anything I’ve ever worn.

“Take it. I want you to get a feel for it.”

I don’t hesitate at his instruction.

‘Finn’s faolan’ is etched into the tooled leather, marked in blue ink and studded with pearl-capped buttons. The steel ring set in the middle is strongly secured between the two strips of leather, and the back is clasped with two delicate buckles rather than a larger one. When did he order this?

Custom leather collars take time to make. He knew that this time would come. I have conflicted feelings with that thought. A second collar feels too much too soon.

Finn sets the box on the nightstand and takes the collar from my hands when he comes back in front of me.

It’s just for play, I remind myself. Just for play.

The buckle opening jostles the tag. Finn raises my chin to meet his eyes. A soft smile of approval paints his face, and I let my apprehension go.

My wolf and I are in harmony within this moment. She pushes forward, flooding my every thought, and whispers: submit.

Taking the collar, Finn unbuckles it before wrapping the leather around my neck. The buckle cinches securely, and I swallow, testing how it feels. It’s tight and strangely comfortable. When he pulls my hair out from under it, I feel the full weight. It’s physically heavy but emotionally freeing. My shoulders fall as I release the final bit of tension I’ve been carrying.

In his collar, there isn’t anything beyond this room or beyond Finn and what he gives me. With my submission to Finn comes a freedom I’ve been craving. My thoughts melt away.

Sliding his index finger into the steel O ring on the front of the collar, Finn gives it a light tug before letting go. He slides his hand down my sternum before turning and sliding under my breast. His thumb runs across my already hard nipple before his other hand follows suit with the opposite side.

In tandem, Finn plays with them, musing, “I do think we’ll get these pierced.”

Mmm? My brain focuses on the way he handles them, pinching both nipples between his thumb and index finger. The squeeze sends a delicious throb through my body, electrifying my senses.

Finn squeezes harder. With a thrust of his chin, he directs me back to the middle of the bed. Obedience is effortless and without force. Wincing, I pull away from his touch and embrace the pain as he holds on to my nipples a second longer.

“On your back,” Finn rumbles in approval.

Returning to my nightstand, Finn reaches in, and I recognize the metallic clank.

He withdraws a pair of padded cuff restraints. “I know you wouldn’t keep toys that you can’t escape on your own. No way you’d risk that embarrassment. So, I’m trusting you to respect my wishes and stay cuffed until I can get locks.”

I open my mouth to promise not to escape but remember my instructions to be quiet. Closing my mouth, I let it be.

“Good girl.” Finn approves as he pulls my first wrist into the cuff and buckles it tightly.

He pauses for a moment, the thoughtful and calculating look leading to a smirk. Sliding his hand between my legs, Finn manhandles me. He rolls me by the leg to my stomach, pulling my arms behind my back like I’m nothing more than his fuck toy.

It’s delicious.

My wolf sighs, contented. Ours.

Face down and turned away from him, I’m deprived of seeing what’s coming next. A light sting to my ass startles me. My second wrist is locked into the cuffs, the fluffy padding protecting me from the cold metal clasps.

“What haven’t I punished you for this week?” Finn muses, the words coming with a knowing, gentle scold. “Not answering me last night?”

The crack of his hand against my ass comes before the pain. The pain that’s soothed by his hand as it slides across the heated skin, then between the cheeks and down to my pussy.

“I’m starting to think this cunt is always slick and waiting for my cock.” The bed dips to my left as he draws closer.

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