+ Damon White:
I watched that delicious flicker of terror pass over Nikolai's face after my words sank in—sank in.
The way his lips trembled, his eyes went wide, his fingers clutched each other as if somehow that would make him safer.
He was afraid to even glance away, and that was exactly what I'd wanted, I wanted him to be afraid of being an inch away from me.
Just a few quiet, carefully chosen words, a simple reminder of the thin line between obedience and consequence, and he was mine.
I saw him glance down at his ankle, almost subconsciously noting that the chain wasn't around it, but I knew he'd never actually take advantage of it.
Not now.
Feeling that satisfaction settle in my chest, I turned on my heel and strode to the kitchen.
After all, I'd promised him his favorite meal tonight. I'd reward his cooperation with the one thing I knew he'd never resist—food.
