Collar her

“That was pretty good for your first time, Miss Miller.” I praise the innocent runaway bride. “But we're going to have to practice that every day until we get to Saro-6, Miss Miller.” From my pocket I pull out the collar I ordered online two days ago and that arrived this morning, so I had it ready to go.

“What?” Clearly, Alison had not been expecting this step, but that makes it even hotter. “Is this a collar?” The question is clearly rhetorical as I snap the lock in place making it impossible for her to remove the polished metal band.

“Not just any collar, Miss Miller.” I chuckle happily as I turn her around to admire her naked body. “It's a **** collar, and it's programmed to shock you if you try to escape or attack me.”

“Escape?” Alison fingers the smooth metal collar tentatively, “how am I going to escape if we're trapped on this tiny rust-bucket of yours.”

“You're not.” I lean close enough that I can feel her breath on my neck. “But it's not for now, it's for when we get to the Saro system. The port officials won't expect an ID from a sex ****, and you won't be able to slip away until I get my money.”

“Then why can't we just put it on there?” Her petulant complaining could be annoying, but I don't mind. We both know where this is going, and all this chatter is just part of the foreplay. I gently lift her to her feet and deposit her on her back on the bed. Alison lets me push up the skirt and pull her sheer white panties over her smooth thighs with only the slightest gasp. It is part surprise, part alarm and (I'm pretty sure) part excitement too.

“Because this way you'll remember that you belong to me when I'm fucking you.” My hands slide to her knees, and I pull apart her legs until she is spread open before me like a sacrifice of from ancient times. This final act makes the immediacy of what is happening clear.

“Please, Captain!” Alison twists in my arms in a half-hearted attempt to pull free of my grip. “You'll ruin me.”