How did I end up here, a collared sub? Tony’s collared sub. Shit! Thea’s head was whirling as she stretched out on her Dom’s bed, waiting for him to re-emerge from the bathroom. Despite the inner turmoil raging within, one certainty presented itself, head and shoulders above the rest of her teeming thoughts. This is good. This is safe. This is where I want to be. Just hang on to that, and the rest will be okay. Surely. “You look good there, Thea.” She turned her head at his voice, gratified to note that he was now naked too. And looking very fine with it. Tony had rarely undressed at the club so despite their intimacy she was not especially familiar with his body. Parts of it, yes. But not usually the whole lot, on display. She stared. And stared some more. Tony obliged her by walking around the room, adjusting lamps. He grinned at her.
