Camille turned the key.
“You definitely have to let her meet Alyssa.
It will be fun to watch you and Chayton going nuts.”
The leather was embedded with silver, not the least bit garish as the bands were less than two inches wide.
They held a power and connection that Fallon felt when they were locked into place, and she understood the exuberance on Courtney’s face that she had not understood at the time.
The leathers meant safety, and servitude to one Master, that this facet of their society followed.
Fallon had wished for an escape from Lewisville… and she found it as a slave on Six Masters Island.
THE END