Nathan’s hand was already around his c**k when the guilt hit him.
It was two in the morning. Simone was asleep in the next room, her breathing steady and soft. The weight of the collar still hugged his neck — a constant reminder of her command. But the ache between his legs had become unbearable. She hadn’t touched him in four days. Hadn’t even looked at his c**k.
She came when she wanted. He got nothing unless told. And Simone hadn’t said anything since the night in front of her friends.
That night still haunted him. His knees had bruised from the hardwood. His face was wet from her. His c**k had throbbed all night — untouched, ignored.
But now… he couldn’t take it.
So he wrapped his fist around his c**k and stroked slowly.
His breath came faster. He closed his eyes and pictured her
