Excitement whirls to life in my stomach and I feel ready for anything. I need this, and I watch patiently as my Sir walks over to the drawer again and pulls out the black chain leash to match my beloved collar. This is how I know I’m not your average, everyday girl—because I want the leash. I yearn for it to be attached to my collar, and for Nas to have full control of it. Drag me across the floor, choke me with it, fucking hang me by it—I don’t care. I just want him to own me with that leash.

When Nas returns, he bends over to fasten the leash to the ring on my collar, staring in my eyes as he does it. He’s so fucking beautiful, but even more than that, he’s mine. We grin at each other, both of us swimming in the fact that we’re back where we belong, and Nas kisses me once the leash is attached—deep and hard, making me feel his love for me through his tongue. When he stands up, he lets the chain leash slide through his grip until he reaches the end of it.

“Did you miss me these past couple of months?” he asks, his voice low and commanding.

“Yes, Sir,” I answer. It’s only two words, but each of them is filled to the brim with desire.

Everything I’ve wanted since I walked out of Nas’s house—everything I’ve needed is right here. I could’ve explored the globe, rummaging every dating app in existence, and never found what Nas provides. Plenty of people want to be Doms, but they don’t understand what it really means. They can’t embody all of the traits required to be a Dominant, because it’s not something you become. You can’t simply watch a movie or read a book and suddenly become a true Dominant. It’s who you are. Nas doesn’t think when he’s in these moments. He just acts, and he never misses. It’s like he’s in my head, knowing exactly what buttons to push to set me on fire.

“Is that right? Well, you’re going to prove it to me, Princess. Let’s go.” Nas yanks on my leash, pulling my head forward until I fall onto all fours. “Crawl for me, Baby Girl. Be Daddy’s little pet.”

The idea of being his little pet fills me with butterflies, and I proudly do as I’m told. While Nas leads me like a trainer teaching a dog, I crawl behind him, staying close to his feet as he walks through the Kingdom.

“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?” Nas says as he stops and turns around to face me.

“Yes, Sir,” I answer.