EroticReverie

Lucien Hawthorne

I slip the tiny leather strip of her collar through the clasp, locking it into place as I hitch the thin silver piece through the notch in it, then the rest of the leather piece through the tiny loop, the silver bell hangs in the hollow of her throat. A corner of of my mouth lifts with a smirk as we stand at the edge of the woods behind my gothic style mansion I'd inherited. 

I tap the bell with the tip of my finger listening to the jingle that makes her throat swallow and strain just slightly against the choker i've placed on her. Aurora looks up at me, five foot four to my six foot four, her green eyes blinking at me, her long black hair pulled into a tight pony tail , high up on her head. 

She inhales when I lift my hand behind her head, and run my hand down the soft black pin straight hair of hers. She was wearing a black pleated skirt, thick thigh high black stockings, that also each had a bell sewed into the center of the tiny bows that sat at the top sides of the socks. She was wearing a long sleeved black tshirt, that dipped low and showed off the bit of cleavage her generous b cup allowed. 

I dip my head down to the side of her face and bring my mouth to her ear and it's so silent I swear I can hear her heart racing. She liked games, and I liked to play them. 

"Are you ready Kitten?" I whisper and I grin at the shaky exhale of her breath and the way her shoulders quiver with a little shiver. 

I open my mouth a whisper one more word. 

"Run."