transformation in BDSM

The last pin slid into place with a soft, final click. It was a sound she knew as well as her own heartbeat now—the sound of the locking collar, the one that never came off except for her weekly m...

The amber streetlight caught the edge of the silver collar as it spun slowly on its hook in the boutique window, and Adrian paused. One heartbeat, two—long enough for the memory to slice clean thr...