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of butterflies, her body going even more still. So did her mind, all those dozen thoughts dying down to puzzled whispers. A quietness took over, while other parts of her became far less calm. The tissues between her legs had contracted hard when the strap constricted.
    A different level of consciousness, he’d said. All from placing a collar on her throat.
    He drew her to her feet, and she stood mutely as he slid the robe off her shoulders, let it fall and pool around her feet. She was standing naked in front of a fully clothed human male, wearing nothing but the collar he’d placed on her neck.
    She didn’t need to breathe, yet she was making shallow, desperate little breaths.
    “Ssshhh…” He ran his fingertips down her jugular, all around the collar, and slid them into her hair, massaging her nape, his thumb tracing the silver band. “Easy, my lady. Just breathe. I know you don’t need to do that, but I expect the act calms you as much as anything. It’s just a collar. Christ, you’re beautiful.”
    Her attention snapped back up to his face. He said it fervently, reverently. It wasn’t practiced, part of some elaborate strategy. Even as he was staying conscious of her every reaction, he was genuinely savoring, absorbing every inch of her, from the way her hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, to how her painted toenails gleamed as her toes dug harder into the stone.
    “Is it always the same charge for you…no matter what she looks like?”
    Not sure what emotions she was feeling, she couldn’t inject any into her voice, not consciously. Her beauty had always been just there. Another shield over whatever she really was. Sometimes a vulnerable woman, sometimes a monster, sometimes a vengeful warrior. Sometimes an ugly wreck of grief and rage, despair and yearning.
    “Yes,” he said, meeting her eyes. “I’ve had the pleasure of mastering submissives who fit someone’s ideal of beauty, and those who are so far from it they’ve forgotten beauty is in the eye of the creator, not the beholder.” He stroked a hand down her hair, caressed her elbow. “All this beautiful hair alone would make a man kill to fuck you, to wrap his hands in it.” When he reached her wrist, her fingers started to curl, anticipating him tangling his own with them, he shook his head.
    “Stay still, my lady. I’m touching you now. I’ll determine how you touch me when the time is right. Just feel.”
    “So you see yourself as God? The creator?”
    “Hell no. I try to reach a place with a submissive where we look inside one another and find what a creator sees. When I get there, the sub doesn’t doubt her beauty or worth. She sees the absolute perfection she is.”
    His voice, that stilted rumble, could mesmerize. She had her gaze fixed on his mouth, and quelled an urge to lay a palm on his chest, feel his voice like the thunder of the waterfall, a sound heard below the surface of the earth. Below her surface, for certain.
    “Time to go back to your room,” he said, and withdrew another item from his pocket. A blindfold.
    “I want you to trust me to get you back to your room. You’ve seen the tunnel, know where we’re going. This way you can absorb the way it feels, walking with me like this.”
    Naked. In his collar. If he hadn’t just made it clear they’d take the same path back, she might have refused, but still caught up in the spell of his words, she gave a bare nod of acquiescence. As the darkness descended, she managed to suppress a flicker of panic with a couple rational reassurances. He wasn’t tying her hands. She could get out of the blindfold whenever she wished.
    He touched her throat again, clipped something to the collar. A tug told her he’d fixed some type of tether to it. He’d collared, blindfolded and leashed her, and she’d barely been off the plane two hours.
    It was too much. But as she went rigid, began to pull back, he made a little hum in his throat, a soothing note. He moved next