ARIA

The collar felt heavier than it looked.

Thick black leather, discreet enough to pass as edgy fashion during the day but with a small silver ring in front where Vesper clipped the leash. I stood in their warehouse again the next afternoon, heart hammering so hard I could taste it. A small remote-controlled egg vibrator buzzed low inside my pussy on the lowest setting—just enough to keep me wet and aching. No panties under the short sundress. The hem barely covered my ass.

"Walk naturally," Lila instructed, adjusting the dress over my tits. My nipples poked through the thin fabric. "Smile for the hidden cams. If you stumble or...