She's embarrassed but pretends it doesn't bother her

Lucy stood in stunned, shocked, silence.

She wanted to rip the thing off immediately, it was humiliating. Any collar wouldn’t have been Lucy’s idea of something cute at all, but the garish pink colour and the stupid name tag somehow made it even worse. It made her feel like a poodle or something and she tried to understand why Max would’ve thought something like this was a good idea… it was too gaudy… too kinky…

She felt ridiculous and yet the look on Max’s face told her that he really genuinely thought it looked good. Oh god… is this what Max is into?

“I uh… Max I don’t…” Lucy stammered and turned slowly on the spot, her hands still fiddling self-consciously with the collar.

“Do you like it?” Max said hopefully and Lucy felt her heart flutter with a pang of guilt in her chest. It was a gift, and clearly something Max thought looked good on her… they were in private… what was the harm… she could lie… it's just a harmless lie…

“It’s… Babe I uh… I didn’t know you were into something like this…” Lucy tried quickly.

“I’ve wanted to see you in it all day,” Max stepped up to her, his eyes fixed to the sparkling name tag dangling against Lucy’s flushed chest.

“I mean, it’s a bit… kinky?” she said reluctantly, cheeks flushing pink; though as Max drew intimately close to her Lucy wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing. Either way he didn't answer her, instead she looked into his eyes and recognised the look... it was that look... the one that meant... Lucy didn’t know if it was his scent, the wine or the heat in her cheeks but she felt her knees get weak and she let out a breathless gasp. Max looped his finger into the ring on the front of the collar and pulled her towards him, without resistance her lips sought his as they embraced.

Lucy relaxed into him, head still spinning, even as her primal instincts started to take over. When she felt his strong arms around her back and herself being lifted into the air Lucy squealed, the sound muffled by his lips. Carrying her over to the bed Max laid Lucy down with a deep primal grin before his hands slid over her curvaceous body, savouring the heat in her skin. Max made short work of her clothes, his hands tugging at them urgently and tossing them onto the floor. Lucy struggled to keep up with the speed at which he stripped her.

She even heard her T-shirt rip somewhere and the brunette gasped, “Max… wait… slow down…” before his lips muted her again and Lucy lost herself in the passionate moment, her t-shirt tugged violently away. In return she tried several times to undo the buttons on Max’s shirt, but each time she went to he would move, turning her with him so she lost her grip.

It was only when she felt her panties tugged rapidly down her bare thighs that Lucy realised that she was completely naked and Max hadn’t undressed at all.

“Babe…?” Lucy moaned breathlessly, slightly confused as her hands reached down to tug at the buckle of his belt. She could only whimper when instead of helping her Max grinned again and, with one hand, easily pushed her back, the tag on her collar tinkling lightly. “But I need it…” she begged playfully, pouting as another wave of torturous teasing arousal rippled through her.

She looked into Max’s eyes, sensing something different in him but in her hazy, drunken, state Lucy was unable to think clearly enough to work out what it was. He’s just teasing… right…?

Light-headed from the wine, she could only squeal out in pleasure when his hands stroked at her bare hips and then reaching up to teasingly toy with her perky breasts, her little pink nipples firm with her excitement. She squealed when Max flipped her over, grunting as he tugged at her hips and pulled her onto all fours. Lucy tossed her auburn hair over one shoulder and looked back at him, her hazel eyes wide and pleading as she watched Max undoing his belt, freeing his hard cock from the confines of his jeans.

“Fuck you’re perfect like this…”

“Oh god…” Lucy squealed needily, moaning out in pleasure when she felt the heat of Max’s body lined up behind her and the head of his throbbing hard cock right at the entrance to her dripping pussy.

“Baaabe!” Lucy’s voice cracked as he thrust suddenly into her, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath as her whole body shook and quivered in sexual heat. Instinctively Lucy lifted her lower legs, her bare feet wrapping around the back of Max’s thighs and clutching at him desperately. Staring forward, the thick wet heat of him inside her made the brunette’s eyes roll back in her head and Lucy’s mouth hung open, gasping and panting in sexual bliss.

“You’re so hot like this…” Max panted, making Lucy’s body blush brighter.

She bit her lip, Max had never been like this before… so… animalistic… so raw… and she couldn’t help but arch her back, unthinkingly presenting her ass to him even more, her bare breasts taut and pressed between her arms as she squealed; the little tag on her collar swinging wildly back and forth with every thrust.

The brunette closed her eyes, feeling Max’s thrusts pounding relentlessly into her. He had one hand on her hip, fingers dug in possessively, while his other hand snaked underneath Lucy’s trembling naked form and started to slickly rub at her clit.

“Oh f-fuck…” Lucy gasped, toes curling, stomach trembling as her head tipped back, mouth open at the **** of pleasure and sensation between her legs.

It was too much…

“I’m gonna…” She mewled, panting for air as her breathing came in faster and faster excited little gasps. Lucy didn’t get to finish her sentence before her hips bucked violently, her body quivering and weak as she let out a drawn out moan.

“Me too…” Max panted as her feet dug into the fabric on the back of his jeans, clutching his cock inside her as her pussy contracted and released with each powerful wave of her orgasm. Max grunted, his own hips quivering as he released a torrent of cum deep inside Lucy’s needy sex.

Eyes closed fiercely tight, Lucy could barely breath over the white hot rush of energy that exploded inside her. Helpless she could only try and keep her balance as Max’s fingers rubbed her clit mercilessly, his every little movement felt magnified by a thousand to Lucy’s orgasm addled brain… riding a wave of pleasure that kept going and going and going until she passed out...

It was gone midnight when Kimberly quietly snuck back into the room, her eyes lighting up at what she saw in her room-mates bed.

Lucy was fast asleep, her naked body laying out on her front above the sheets, the curves of her bare ass and pussy perfectly illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. Kim had to bite the back of her hand to avoid squealing with happiness when she spotted the pink collar around the girl’s neck. Beside her, snoozing lightly, one hand sitting possessively on the naked girl’s ass and still fully dressed was Max.

Moving as carefully and quietly as she could, Kimberly approached the sleeping pair and gave Max a delicate little shake, causing him to stir groggily.

“Kim?” He mumbled, only for the blonde girl to shush him and point towards the room door, nodding her head for him to follow her. The pair moved as quietly as they could, not wanting to disturb the sleeping girl as they headed out into the hallway and lightly closed the door behind them.

“Good night?” Kim giggled, causing the barely awake Max to laugh tiredly.

“The best.”

“I didn’t know you were into animals…” Kim playfully pinched his arm, causing him to flinch.

“Hey… I had to get the collar on her…”

“How did she take it?”

“Better than I thought she would…” Max smiled, “I don’t think she knows it’s locked on yet.”

Kim bit her lip with conspiratorial glee, “Perfect… and the key?”

Max shrugged, “I don’t think it even came with one...”