Sanah Wants You All To Yourself

Sanah's phone clattered to the carpet as she suddenly spun, straddling me fully—her knees caging my hips, her hands pinning my wrists to the couch. "Change of plans," she breathed, her pupils swallowing the last remnants of hazel. "We're staying right here." The girls' protests erupted instantly, but she silenced them with a single tap of her thumb—ending the call mid-shriek—before leaning down until her lips brushed mine. "Because," she murmured, her teeth catching my bottom lip, "good boys deserve private rewards."

I barely registered the phone hitting the carpet—Sanah’s weight pinned me completely now, her thighs squeezing my ribs as she hovered inches from my face. The collar’s bell had gone silent, but my pulse thundered loud enough to fill the quiet, each beat vibrating against the nylon noose. Her breath smelled like spearmint gum and vindication. "Private rewards?" I rasped, hating how my voice cracked on the word.

Sanah’s grin was all teeth as she leaned closer, her nose brushing mine. "Mmm, like this—" Her lips crashed into me again, but this time her hands slid from my wrists to my waist, fingers digging in possessively. The kiss was slower, deeper, like she was savoring the way I stopped resisting halfway through, my traitorous hands twitching toward her hips before I caught myself. She pulled back just enough to whisper, "See? Nobody ever kisses you like this," her tongue darting out to trace my swollen lower lip.

The worst part wasn’t the heat pooling low in my stomach—it was her knowing smirk when she felt me shudder. "Obedience looks good on you," she murmured, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate grind that sent white-hot sparks up my spine. The couch groaned beneath us, but all I could hear was the ragged hitch of my own breath and the soft, wet sound of her lips dragging across my jaw. "Still want me to take the collar off?"

I opened my mouth—to lie, to beg, something—but Sanah’s phone buzzed violently against the carpet, Aisha’s "HELLO?? U BETTER BE RECORDING THIS" flashing across the screen. Sanah didn’t even glance down. Her thumb hooked under the collar instead, tilting my chin up until our eyes locked. "Too bad," she sighed, her smile sweet as poison. "I think pink’s your color." Then her teeth sank into my earlobe, and the world dissolved into static.