Since Bella wanted to take a quick shower first, she asked him to dig her bathing suit out of her suitcase, which she shouldn’t have done. Because she’d forgotten. She’d stopped by the supplier on the way to the island and the samples were tucked in her bag. Yeah. Dildos and floggers and the dreaded nipple clamps. She stepped out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the living room floor with toys strewn all around him like a kid at Christmas. “Oh, hell.” Heat crawled up her cheeks as she watched him finger a leather collar with metal studs. “Give me that.” She snatched it from him. She did not understand the glint in his eye. “What?” she snapped. “You know, when a sub takes a collar from her Master, it has a special meaning.” She tried to glower, but his grin was too engaging.
