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.
Summer’s lips twitched at the sound of the growl. So, he still had spirit. Good. She’d paid for her purchase and signed all the papers; this was merely the formal taking possession. She appreciated his attempt to keep his gaze down, as well, though it was a bit silly in light of the difference in their heights.
She accepted the chain — again, silly, but part of the formalities. “Come along, boy,” she ordered.
Derek watched the chain change hands and at the command he let out another growl but followed. He knew the punishments. His wrists rubbed raw from cuffs, his neck with the end of the chain, a metal collar around it.
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?”