He completes typing, with a little nod of satisfaction. He kneels down in front of me, his eyes locked on my exposed pussy. “Don’t worry, little one,” he says softly. Instead, he steps closer, running his fingers through my hair. I’ve been working on it for a while now.”
As he speaks, he reaches out to touch the collar, his fingers brushing against my skin and sending a shiver down my spine. Nikki’s eyes widen in surprise, and she stammers for a moment before regaining her composure. I am sitting on a metallic chair in the center of the room. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vibrator. I think about Nikki and her family, who lived across the street from my mom’s house. “That’s okay, little one,” he says. The man’s fingers brush against my skin as he tests the fit of the collar. He smirks at me, his eyes dark and intense. The man’s footsteps grow louder, and I can hear the sound of a bottle opening and the clink of ice against glass. I nod, my heart racing in my chest. “I really need to go.”
The man’s fingers pause, his eyes flicking back up to mine.
