Chapter 12

“I want you to go and get that collar and chain,” he said lowly.

Rob raised his eyebrows, but nodded and rolled off the sofa in one fluid motion. His steps were heavy on the boards, and Eli listened to him rummaging in the next room for a near minute before coming back with a cardboard box. The chain was a dark coil inside, a simple brown collar attached to one end—a dog collar, Eli suspected, and when he picked it up, it was made of a strong, rough leather.

“Take off your clothes.”

“All of them?”

“All of them. And don’t ask questions.”

A fleeting smirk crossed Rob’s face, but then his T-shirt obscured it. He wasted no time, and in about half a second, was standing in full naked glory in front of the coffee table. He wasn’t entirely soft either.

Eli stroked his fingers lightly over that flushed cock.

“Kneel.”