And meeting her buyer

He chuckles to himself as he places the leather loop over her head, securing it with surprisingly swift movements. His fat fingers trail down her back and he grabs her ass, his other hand attaching the leash. “Walk toward 'im and give 'im yer leash, like a good ****.” He squeezes her ass again, pushing her forward.

She slowly walks over to him, step after small step, leash in hand. She holds it out weakly, keeping her eyes fixed to the ground.

The lord lazily reaches over and takes the leather end of the leash from her fingers. "Thank you.” He looks at her, amber burning eyes underneath his brow, taking in every inch of her body in one piercing stare. He kept looking, making her squirm from one foot to the other, until his deep, rich voice finally speaks. “Anything to say?”