I woke with Veer's arm thrown across my hip and the plug still nestled deep in my ass. The collar was a warm, living presence around my throat, and when I swallowed, I felt it. Felt him. The grey dawn light filtered through the sheer curtains, and for a long moment I simply lay there, cataloguing the aches in my body. My cunt was tender, my ass pleasantly stretched, and somewhere deep in my chest, a new muscle was forming. Devotion.
Veer stirred behind me, his morning hardness pressing against my lower back. His hand slid up from my hip to the silver ring of my collar, tugging it just enough to make me gasp. "Good morning, pet," he rumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "How does my little whore feel?"
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