Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
She reached up — way up — and rapped one cheekbone sharply with two fingers. “One growl you get. Not two.” She led him out to the limo, gesturing him into the back of it before sliding in herself. “Home, Edward,” she called. As the car moved away from the market, she reached out and removed the collar from around his neck.
“There, that’s better. Have you got a name, or shall I just assign you one?”
Derek had to resist snapping his teeth at the fingers that rapped on his cheek. He didn’t look at her but followed the way she led and slid into the car. He didn’t move once he sat down but he answered “Derek” shortly when asked.
“Derek.” After a moment she sat back, relaxing. “It suits you. Do you know why you’re here?” She tossed the collar carelessly into a corner.