Your tongue

“Slave cannot speak vulgarly to her master!” Caleb glared at her. Lily almost burst out crying. She knew she was in deep shit. Caleb wanted to punish her and make her suffer. Then the next second, she did not expect him to bring out a collar.

“Wear this.” He stretched it to her.

“Around your neck,” he commanded and she looked at him like he had grown two heads. The collar was black and it had ‘slave’ written on a small silver plate right in front.

“I am not wearing that!” She looked away.

“You want to flout my orders. You know what happens when you do that.” He glared at her.

Lily shook her head in apprehension.

How did she end up in a situation like this? How come she was trapped in the hands of a cruel man like Caleb? There was no way she could escape him.

A wicked man like Caleb was hard to escape.

Caleb's eyes dug into her.

The way her like rolled slightly had him pinching himself. He needed to control his needs. The collar wasn't necessary but to him, it was a way to mak