Chapter 226 Billionaire's Break Toy Ch3

• It starts the next morning — the first real morning she wakes up and knows she doesn’t own her name anymore.
• A black box on her cheap bed. A note in his smooth, sharp handwriting — short enough to choke her all by itself:Collar on. Plug in. Be ready.
• Her hands shake when she lifts the soft black leather, fingers brushing the cool metal of the D-ring stitched at the front. She slides the plug in slow, teeth clenched on her gasp, the stretch deep enough that when she straightens her spine she feels the subtle weight of it teasing her for him.