Chapter 368 Christmas Collar Ch2

• The collar was the first thing she felt when she woke up.
• Her fingers instinctively brushed against the velvet lining beneath her jaw, where the thick crimson leather pressed warm against her pulse. The D-ring nestled at the hollow of her throat was silent, heavy. She’d worn it through the night, as he’d instructed. She’d dreamed in it. And now, hours later, it hadn’t loosened, hadn’t softened. It was still there, unrelenting.
• Waiting.