First message
The heavy door of the BDSM boutique closed behind Ronan as he entered. His gaze immediately found her near the collar display.
“Interesting choice,” he said, approaching her.
She looked up, holding a collar. “Maybe I just like collars.”
Ronan picked up the matching leash, a knowing smile on his lips.
“Or maybe you enjoy testing boundaries.”
She gave him a mischievous smile. “And what if I do?”
“Then you’re going to be trouble.”
“Perhaps I like being trouble.”
Ronan studied her, clearly amused rather than annoyed.
“Good. I have a feeling you’ll make being your Master interesting.“