Sitting beside her in a black leather jacket was a tall, dark, and dangerously handsome stranger with striking blue eyes. "H-hi," she said, stammering...slightly. Why was she being nervous? She was never nervous around guys. "I was gonna ask if I could buy you a drink, but looks like you've already got one," he said. "What's your name?"Katerina shook her head. "Sorry, I can't hear you, the music," she replied. She leaned in."I asked what's your name?" Katerina," she told him. The handsome. The arrow indicates a male, and the plus sign indicates a female. The shield denotes a master, and the circle denotes an owned slave. The shield represents the protection that the master provides his slave, and the circle denotes the collar the slave wears." Lucy touched the medallion on her neck as he explained. She was labeled a slave. Anyone who saw her collar who knew its meaning would know she was a slave and was owned. For a moment, she felt humiliated, but as she thought about it, she. I didn’t want him to know I was aware of him so I did my best to glance quickly at the window to see if he was watching. There was little doubt that his attention was clearly focused out his window and into my room. After a minute or two I noticed the lights went out in his room so I could no longer see inside. With Tony invisible I had to use my imagination as to what he was doing within the safety of his dark room. I imagined him sitting in his chair, his shorts around his ankles and his. Hips coil like gun hammers slamming forward, the clash just as stark and violent. He flips her over, shoving her to her knees and hands and slams her from behind with shuddering thrusts. She swears as if she’s being fucked by the devil, berating the temptation she has succumbed to with languishing moans. Overwhelmed by a wretched, undeniable lust, they toss and tussle together. The bed shakes and shudders beneath. The sheets tug off the corners, bunched into a wrinkled mess below their.