Uncoiling from the folds of the couch she slithered to the door, the sheer gown she had bought for this very occasion drifting down to kiss her calves before swirling about her ankles. Feeling like a feline in this she runs a hand through her hair, lifting the ebony curls from her shoulders for a moment before letting them fall into place again.
With a click the lock turned on the door and she lowered herself to her knees, the cool cedar floorboards easing her mind a bit in their familiarity. Parting her thighs as the door squeaked open, she draws her hands behind her, locking each hand around the others wrist and pushes out her chest, waiting as he stepped fully though the archway. Raising her chin her smile widened as her eyes befell on the dozen roses in his hand.
"Well, well, there's my little one," he bent down, the bristle of his ten o'clock shadow roughly biting her cheek as he moved to kiss her ear then her lips. "Hand."
She released one of her hands and extended it to him feeling him draw her up, the gown drifting down along her form again, causing a soft purr to push past her lips. Following him into the bedroom she watched as he put the roses into the vase she had ready for him at his command.
When he turned around she dropped to her knees, the gown fluttering around her, the sheer fabric leaving nothing for him to guess at. The smile that lingered at the corner of his mouth only gave her a small insight as to what could be coming. Sauntering closer her leaned down and drew out a package from his coat pocket. Opening she saw the beautiful silver collar resting within.
Stunned beyond belief she raised her emerald eyes to his deep blues and whisper quietly "Sir?" the question almost died on her lips as the cold metal was slid along the heated flesh of her neck.
"It's about time don't you think little one." A moment later he pushed the pin in that would make it a permanent fixture upon her body. Stepping back he appraised her and the smile came back. Turning he picked up a small hand mirror to show her what she looked like.
The band itself was white gold, expensive no doubt, and adorned with nothing but his engraved initials. The only thing adorning the beautiful simple work of art was the small o-ring nearly at the base of her throat. It seemed dainty but she knew in her mind that it would be as strong as any other collar.
Raising her eyes once more to his face he drew her up again by the hand, pressing a tender kiss upon her lips, his tongue seeking solace in the warmth of her mouth. She parted her already passion swelled lips and felt her tongue melt along his, their bodies pressing so close they could become one.
Breaking away just enough to speak, his breath hot on her face, "Ready for your gift my girl?"