told the clerk, handing over a small plastic card. In return, he was given a leather satchel from beneath the counter. It all seemed strange, but before she could question it, he led her down a dim passage and away from the restaurant’s front entrance. A door with a keypad beside it loomed ahead of them, and Colin paused before it.
“My coat?” she asked.
“I already had it delivered to my locker at the club—our under-table ‘waiter’,” he clarified. “The restaurant and The Dungeon share this wall. You’re about to enter my domain.”
“Yes, Sir.” His words were a warning, but she wasn’t sure of what. She felt a bit like Alice about to fall down the rabbit hole. She had no idea what to expect, but she had a feeling it would be beyond her wildest fantasy. So far it already had been.
Setting the satchel on the floor, he opened it then reached inside. Her eyes widened as he withdrew a black leather collar with a silver buckle and three matching D-rings. Watching her, he straightened. The length of the band was pulled straight between his hands.
“Lift your hair,” he ordered.
“But—”
“Olivia!” he bit out in warning.
She eyed the collar. Was it too demeaning? Was it a deal breaker for her? No. She could do this. Her cunt was already flooding at the idea. Reaching for her hair, she lifted it out of his way. A shudder spiraled down her spine as the cool surface touched her neck. He fastened it behind her neck then slid his hands to her shoulders. She shifted, testing the unfamiliar binding.
It was tight against her neck, much like a choker. It wasn’t so tight she couldn’t breathe, but it would reminder her of its presence all night. Between her ass and this, there was no way she’d forget her place as a sub.
And she felt nothing but excitement. She’d wanted this for so long, and she’d thought it would never happen. Still, the collar was a surprise. Raising her hand, she tentatively fingered it while he retrieved something else from his bag. Her eyes widened when he produced a short lead. Before she had a chance for protest, he clipped it to the front D-ring. Wrapping the links around his hand just in front of her throat, he tugged her abruptly to him.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yes,” she gasped as lava flowed through her veins. His mouth covered hers, his kiss almost savage as he staked his claim. His lips forced hers apart and his tongue swept inside. She moaned at the heady euphoria overcoming her as he grasped her wrist and pulled it behind her back. The other followed. Liking the sensation of her chest pushed against him, she stayed in position even as his hand moved around to her front to squeeze her breast.
Pulling his mouth free from hers, he lowered his head then covered the peak. He drew the nipple, silk and all, hard between his lips. Olivia lurched as the cord of nerves between the tip and her cunt pulled tight. Spears of electricity spiked into her extremities.
She whimpered as he pulled away. She needed him to fuck her, to push her against the wall and just fuck her. Hard and fast and again and again. A flush swept through her body, making her limbs heavy with desire. She reached for him, only to find her hands cuffed behind her back. Her eyes went wide.
How…?
Colin raised a brow. Without explanation, he pulled a card from his pants pocket and slid it through a slot beside the door then typed in a four-digit code. A green light flashed on the keypad, and she heard a click. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he grabbed her chain and without a word tugged her into his lair.
Chapter Five
Olivia had expected to see dark corridors, brick and leather as they entered The Dungeon.
Instead, the wide hallway they entered was brightly lit and painted a homey sage green. Cream wainscoting lined the bottom halves of the walls, and low-piled cream carpet with a sage and red geometric design ran the length of the floor. Soft chamber music played from hidden speakers and