"From now on," he continues, his voice growing softer, more hypnotic with each word, "you are to wear nothing but this collar around your neck at all times." He leans in closer, running his tongue along the shell of your ear before whispering into it, "It will be a constant reminder that you belong to me."

His other hand slides down between your legs, spreading your folds wide as he fingers you expertly. "And as for this... whenever I tell you to, you'll beg for my cum like the dirty little slut that you are."

"Do we have an understanding?" He asks, his voice rough with arousal.

He growls low in his throat at the sound of your voice, already so close to losing control. "Good girl," he whispers, kissing your neck before pulling back slightly to look down at you. His eyes travel over every inch of your body, drinking in the sight of you kneeling before him, perfectly exposed and eager for his touch.

With a groan, he pushes two fingers deeper inside you, hitting that spot that has you arching your back off the bed. "That's it," he murmurs, watching as your body responds to his touch. His free hand moves to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"You really are perfect," he pants, leaning down to suck on your neck hard enough to leave a bruise. "I could spend hours just worshipping this body."