“But not at a dinner! Am I supposed to just eat my dry chicken, fumble with my too many forks, and try to be a well-mannered lady all with my bare ass on full display?”
“If that is what they have planned for the evening, then yes.”
She picked up the collar and leash again. “What if I refuse?”
My face grew serious. “You know the answer to that question.”
She huffed. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this.”
“It could be worse,” I offered.
“How?”
“The leash could have to come out of your ass rather than from around your neck.”
Her green eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You all are sick fucks, you know that?”
I started to laugh again. “Guilty. And, my dear, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Without saying another word, Grace took her leash and collar and stormed to the bathroom. I knew she would go through with the night—in fact, I was pretty convinced she would go through with the entire Initiation. I could see she was a determined woman who would refuse to fail or allow the “sick fucks” to get one over on her, and I admired her even more for it.
I quickly changed into my tux while waiting for Grace to come out of the bathroom. For a woman who had next to nothing to get dressed in, she was taking an awfully long time.
I walked to the closed door and knocked. “Grace? Is everything all right?”
“Yes,” her muffled voice answered.
“We need to get going so we aren’t late. Do you need any help?”
“Yes.” I heard a click as she unlocked the door, and a crack opened. She stood with a towel wrapped around her body, her hair hung loose with the tumbling blonde waves cascading down her back, and red lips. “I can’t fasten the collar behind my neck.”
I took the collar and the leash and fastened it while I looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was stunning. No one could deny that fact, and though I had never desired a woman at my feet in a collar before, I could suddenly see the appeal with Grace doing it.
And those lips.
My cock twitched at the thought of them wrapped around me as she sucked and licked.
My sinful thoughts were broken when I noticed how tightly she clung to the towel around her. We wouldn’t be able to leave the room with her wearing it, but I also understood that her simply dropping the towel and acting like all was normal as she wore nothing but a collar with a leash attached was an impossibility as well.
I removed my tux jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. I then took hold of the towel and pulled it off of her so she wouldn’t have to force herself to drum up the courage to do it herself.
Looking her directly in the eyes through the mirror’s reflection, I said, “We need to go.”
She nodded and secured the jacket around herself. It was big enough and long enough that it covered most of her body, and though she wouldn’t be able to keep it on for the dinner, it would at least get us down the hall and stairs, offering her some amount of dignity.
When we approached the door to the room hosting the dinner, I paused, removed the jacket, and shrugged back into it myself. I placed my hand on Grace’s shoulder and pushed down firmly.
“You need to get on all fours,” I said low enough that only she and I could hear the command.
She didn’t resist, but instead bent down on hands and knees and waited for me to take control. Her ass was firm, her body poised for attack like a cougar, and I felt the overwhelming need to reach down and stroke her smooth skin.
I also had the urge to slap that bare ass as a kinky lust surged through my veins.
Delicious… and though I wasn’t hungry for dinner, I sure as fuck was ravenous for her.
I would have to try to keep my eyes from looking at her through the evening if I was going to be able to control myself. Having a woman in a collar at my feet had never been a kink of mine, but watching Grace… a new flame emerged from the shadows of my dark desires begging to be ignited.
With the leash tightly gripped, I opened the door and entered the room. The Elders and members all stood around the room with drinks in hand, chatting as if this were any normal business dinner party.
No one wore cloaks. They were just dressed in expensive tuxedos and donned even more expensive watches and cufflinks. Power and wealth dominated the air space.
It would all seem normal except for one major detail. All around the room, women were kneeling at their feet wearing nothing but a collar and a leash just as Grace was now doing.