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If you must leave your office before I have the car pick you up this evening, you may shower. Otherwise, I want you as I left you—drenched in my scent and that of your own response.
When you arrive, you will strip yourself naked and wait for me—bent over the front of my desk with your legs spread so I can see how eagerly your pussy awaits my use.
Be my obedient submissive, and you will be rewarded. Disobey me and you will feel the sting of my displeasure.
Always,
Viktor
Emerson wasn’t sure whether to be infuriated or deeply aroused. Unfortunately for her brain, her body had decided deeply aroused was the only choice. She could almost hear the words in the note tumbling from his lips in an accent that seemed unique to him. It was partly what she imagined to be imperial Russian, with a touch of upper-class English, mellowed by years spent in Charleston. It was dark and melodic, and she was fairly sure if he wanted, he could talk her to orgasm.
She looked at the collar in the mirror and gasped. Tegan might be their authority on gems and jewelry, but it didn’t take an expert to know the thing was worth a small fortune. The white diamonds sparkled in the meager sunlight filtering in through her windows and were in great contrast to the ruby-studded R that hung from it. How like him to remind her that the R was for his last name and not hers, although most people would assume the latter. She was certain Viktor didn’t care much for what other people thought or assumed about him.
Tugging at the collar, she realized it would not be easily removed. He meant for her to wear it, she guessed as a reminder that she had agreed to be his submissive. Emerson gave it a hard yank that did nothing to make it loosen. It lay comfortably around her neck. Most wouldn’t know its significance, but she was figuring out her two younger sisters would.
Pulling her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head, Emerson dressed in a soft cotton mid-length skirt and a slouchy, oversize silk-knit sweater with a deep V neck. If Viktor didn’t send her instructions about what to wear tonight, she would just wear this. After all, she had the distinct impression she wouldn’t be wearing much at all after she got there.
She entered the office she shared with her sisters and they both looked up.
“You must have had a monumental night,” teased Kendra.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Tegan, grabbing her loupe and rushing across to examine the collar.
“Anybody know how I got home?” Emerson asked casually.
Her sisters looked at each other. “You don’t know?” asked Kendra.
“Not a clue. The last thing I remember is falling asleep in Viktor’s arms, and then I woke up in my bed.”
Kendra said, staring at the diamond choker wrapped around her sister’s neck. “With the collar on?”
Time to get things on a more open and honest footing. “No that happened after he fucked me leaning over his desk.” There was a stunned silence. “I’m glad the ruby pendant is an R. I can tell people it stands for Ravenel.”
“But you know it doesn’t, right?” Kendra asked. “Because if you don’t, let me disabuse you of that notion. The R is for Romanov and anyone who knows him and knows the two of you are involved will know it.”
Tegan was busy examining the thing. “Please tell me the damn thing is made of cut glass or some kind of laboratory made gems,” said Emerson.
Tegan snorted. “Hardly. These white diamonds are gorgeous. They are perfectly matched in cut, clarity, and carats. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a set of jewels as stunning as these, and that includes the royal jewels of several countries. And I hate to tell you this, but the red ones aren’t rubies.”
“That’s okay. I like garnets.”
Tegan laughed. “Not garnets, nor spinels, nor carnelians.”
Emerson reached up to touch it. “Then what are they made of?”
“There’s only one gemstone with that color, clarity, and crystalline structure. That R is made of red diamonds and exquisite ones, at that. Their value meets or exceeds the white diamonds around your neck.”
Even Emerson knew red diamonds were among the rarest of gemstones. “I don’t think I want to know the value of this thing.” She pulled at the collar and then turned her back to Tegan. “Unlock the clasp.”
“Why?” asked Tegan confused.
“Doms can get really pissy about their subs removing a collar they’ve placed around their neck,” Kendra warned.
“I am not his submissive…”
“That collar says differently. Besides, if you don’t remember getting home, then it must be that Viktor brought you. If you weren’t wearing what you had on last night…”
“I wasn’t wearing anything but this stupid collar,” she said tugging at it again. The weight seemed far more significant now than she’d originally thought.
