The house was empty by noon.
Riley stood in Sloane's bedroom — naked, collared, the leash already attached — watching her stepsister prepare.
Sloane had transformed the space: ropes hung from the canopy, toys arranged on velvet, a contract waiting on the desk. The air smelled of leather and anticipation and absolute finality.
"Kneel," Sloane commanded, not looking up from her preparations.
Riley obeyed, marble cold against her knees, her heart pounding with terrified hunger. Three weeks of escalation had led here — to the moment of permanent claiming and irrevocable submission.
Sloane turned, holding the contract. "Read it aloud."
Riley's voice trembled: "I, Riley Caldwell, surrender complete ownership of my body, mind, and sexuality to Sloane Sterling. I accept my role as pet, w***
