She does as she was told

Sophia’s mind raced as she counted. Each second felt like an eternity, stretching out as her stomach churned with anxiety and humiliation. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, the weight of the collar a constant reminder of her predicament. She reached 50, feeling the tight grip of panic release just enough to allow her to move again.

With trembling hands, Sophia wiped her tears away, took a deep breath, and prepared herself for what she had to do next. She knocked on Noah's door, steeling herself for the act she was about to put on. When Noah opened the door, he looked genuinely surprised to see her, his face lighting up with a smile.

"Sophia, hey! I wasn’t expecting you."

Sophia **** a smile, feeling her heart shatter into pieces. Every fiber of her being wanted to scream at him, to confront him about the betrayal she had just witnessed. But instead, she felt her body move of its own accord, her lips curving into a soft, affectionate smile.

"Hi, Noah," she said sweetly, her voice sounding foreign and detached to her own ears. "I wanted to surprise you."

Noah grinned, stepping aside to let her in. "Well, you definitely did. Come on in."

As she walked past him, the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint, lingering scent of Vicki’s perfume. Her stomach churned with nausea and rage, but the collar's magic kept her face calm and inviting.

Once inside, Sophia could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The urge to cry, to yell, to demand an explanation was overwhelming, but her body betrayed her. Instead of confronting Noah, she felt herself moving closer to him, her hands reaching out to touch his chest gently.

"Noah," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of arousal and despair, "I’ve missed you so much."

Noah looked at her, his eyes softening with affection. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. "I’ve missed you too, babe."

Sophia wanted to recoil, to push him away, but her body continued to act against her will. She dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for the waistband of his pants. She looked up at him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but her lips formed a seductive smile.

"Noah, let me make you feel good," she said, her voice trembling with false eagerness.

Noah's eyes darkened with desire, and he nodded, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants. Sophia’s hands worked deftly, pulling down his boxers to reveal his erection. She felt her stomach turn, but the collar compelled her forward.

As she took him into her mouth, the taste of Vicki still faintly lingering, Sophia felt a wave of despair crash over her. Her mind screamed in protest, her heart breaking with each movement. She wanted to run, to cry, to scream out her betrayal and pain, but her body remained obedient, performing the degrading act with practiced skill.

Noah moaned above her, running his hands through her hair. "God, Sophia, you’re amazing," he breathed.

Sophia's tears flowed freely now, mixing with the saliva and bitterness in her mouth. She wanted to ****, to gag, anything to stop this nightmare, but her body continued to pleasure him, each movement smooth and calculated.

In her mind, she couldn’t escape the image of Vicki, her smug smile, her hands roaming over Noah’s body. The thought of the **** she would have to endure under Vicki’s control made her stomach twist with dread. She felt utterly helpless, a puppet on invisible strings, dancing to the whims of someone else.

Noah's moans grew louder, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sophia’s mind screamed at him, calling him every name she could think of, but her lips remained sealed around him, her tongue moving with expert precision.

Finally, with a shuddering groan, Noah came, his body tensing before he relaxed. Sophia swallowed, the act mechanical and devoid of any real emotion. When it was over, she pulled back, looking up at him with a **** smile.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hollow.

Noah helped her to her feet, kissing her softly. "You’re amazing, Sophia. I love you."

She wanted to laugh at the irony, to scream that he was a liar, but all she could do was nod, her eyes filled with tears. "I love you too, Noah," she said, her voice breaking.

As he pulled her into a hug, Sophia's mind raced with thoughts of Vicki and the control she now held over her. She felt trapped, her life spiraling out of control, and all she could do was submit, her spirit broken by the golden collar that bound her.