The sixth night felt heavier. The collar had left a permanent faint line around my neck — a shadow that didn’t fade even after I showered alone. The key on the chain around my neck clicked against my chest like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine anymore. Riya hadn’t texted all day. No looks at work. No messages. Just silence that made my dick ache with need and fear.
At 9:12 PM the door buzzed open remotely as I approached her building. No note. No command. Just the unlocked door waiting like a mouth.
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