Nell's obedience is the forbidden thing I have no right to want, yet my rank makes it possible. She hands me the pen in the briefing room and waits for whatever I tell her next. Every time she does it, I want more than the last time. Behind the locked storage room door, I can demand the total physical and emotional submission she offers.
Her hidden fear of rejection mirrors the dread I carry beneath my own control. That narrow aisle is where every order of mine gets answered. The jagged scar on my arm reminds me that true authority always exacts a price I am not ready to pay.
The collar waits for the night I decide she has earned it. One word will seal the submission neither of us can escape.
