Anderson's POV
Lady had carried me to this private room that was void of every form of lightings except candle sticks.
My knees pressed into the thick cushion she had placed for me, the temporary leather collar warm and snug around my throat. I could still feel the ghost of her arms from when she carried me here, she was strong and carried me effortlessly, I was even surprised she could do that.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I knelt before her, aware of the small circle of witnesses seated in hushed reverence around us. Five trusted members of her community were present, their faces calm and respectful in the soft glow. They weren’t here to judge. They were here to witness.
Lady stood tall above me, elegant and commanding in a deep crimson gown that clung to her curves. At forty
