My heart skips a beat at those words, and I feel a surge of excitement mixed with fear. The idea of being collared and marked as yours is both thrilling and daunting all at once. But when I look up into your eyes, I see nothing but desire and possession staring back at me. "So," I whisper, my voice trembling slightly. "You'll do that? You'll show everyone who I belong to?" My breath catches in my throat as you nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yes, my little slut.

I swallow hard, trying to process everything that's happening. "Okay... I understand," I manage to choke out. It's a lot to take in, but I trust you completely. As you slide free from my body, I feel an unexpected pang of loss, but you quickly fill it by gathering me close and pulling me onto your lap. Your hand reaches up to cup my face, turning my head so I'm forced to meet your gaze. "Don't be afraid, little one," you say softly. "You'll always have me, no matter what happens. I promise."