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The evening was still young, but your heart raced as you stood in front of Aarav’s penthouse. Your legs were shaky from the day’s events, but the anticipation for tonight was almost unbearable. Aarav had instructed you to dress up for a private dinner, but there was something... different about the way he’d spoken to you. The words ‘wear the collar’ still echoed in your mind.

You hadn’t asked questions. You never did. Aarav liked control, and you liked surrendering to him.

You entered the penthouse, your eyes immediately drawn to him. Aarav was standing by the window, looking out over the city skyline. His posture was commanding, his presence overwhelming.

“You’re late,” he said without turning, his voice low but sharp.

You bowed your head slightly, feeling the collar beneath your dress. The leather was tight against your skin, a constant reminder of who you belonged to.

He turned, and his eyes immediately narrowed. “Did I tell you to wear this?”

You nodded, feeling the weight of his gaze as he took slow steps toward you.

“Good. Now, come here.”

You moved toward him, your steps hesitant as you felt the collar press against your neck. Aarav’s hand found your chin, lifting it gently but with authority.

“I’ve told you before. Silence is a gift.” His voice was commanding, sending a wave of heat through your body. “I’ll speak. You’ll listen. If I need to remind you, I’ll do so in the most enjoyable way.”

He kissed you then, hard and fast. His lips were like a drug, making you dizzy with need.

Without a word, Aarav turned and led you to the dining room, his hand never leaving your back. The table was set for two, the dim lighting casting a warm glow around the room.

“Sit,” he commanded, pulling the chair out for you.

You sat, your heart hammering in your chest as you felt the weight of the collar press against your skin. Aarav was not just your boss. He was your everything. Every moment with him was an experience. A test. A temptation.

He sat across from you, his eyes never leaving yours as the food was served.

But the meal wasn’t the focus. It was the way his gaze never wavered from your body, the way his fingers brushed against yours just to test your resolve.

You ate in silence, only the clink of silverware breaking the tension between you. Every touch, every glance, was a reminder that Aarav was always in control.

After the meal, he stood abruptly, walking around the table. You barely had time to react before he pulled you up by the collar. The pressure was just enough to make your pulse quicken.

“Follow me,” he said, his voice dark and commanding.

You followed him as he led you through the penthouse, the tension building in the air. When you reached the private office, Aarav pushed you against the door, his lips crashing onto yours.

His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, pulling you close, touching you in ways that made your knees weak.

“Tonight, you’ll understand exactly what it means to submit,” he whispered between kisses.

Aarav’s hand traveled down, lifting your dress just enough to reveal the collar beneath.

“This,” he said, his voice a low growl, “is just the beginning. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go for me.”

He kissed down your neck, biting gently at the tender flesh, before pulling you further into the room.

Without another word, he undressed you slowly, taking his time, savoring each moment. His fingers traced every inch of your body, every scar, every curve.

Then, Aarav positioned you on the desk, your legs spread wide as he knelt before you.

“Tell me, do you want this? Do you want me to take control of you completely?” he asked, his voice a mixture of desire and authority.

You nodded, unable to form words. You had no choice but to give in.

Aarav pushed inside you, slowly at first, giving you time to adjust. Then, he began to move faster, his thrusts deep and hard. Every movement, every thrust, was calculated, just the way he liked it.

He grabbed the collar, pulling it tight just enough to make you gasp.

“You’re mine. No one else’s,” he growled.

And you were—completely and utterly his. Your body moved in rhythm with his, the tension between you two building to a fever pitch.

When he came, it was explosive. His grip on you never faltered, and you followed right after, trembling beneath him.

Afterward, Aarav helped you up, kissing your forehead softly.

“You did well,” he murmured.

But deep down, you knew it wasn’t over. This was only the beginning.