My Collar
by Ili


I couldn't believe it. This had never happened to me before, well okay, it happened once but that doesn't count because it was with Rina Learna and she played this game with everybody. I don't know why I let Wes talk me into getting drunk. At least I think I got drunk, I remember having a drink with him and then I remember waking up blindfolded. And with a collar on my neck. With a chain attached to it. Which was attached to a wall. I would have taken the blindfold off but my hands were handcuffed. All in all, quite an uncomforable position. Not to mention the fact that I was only wearing my favorite pair of baby blue boxers. I don't know how long I sat there all alone wondering where in the nine hells I was when I heard a door open and someone's soft footsteps come toward me.

"Who is it?" I asked, uncertainly. I could hear steady breathing and I could practically feel the person's eyes on me, but whoever it was didn't say anything. "Look, if this is some kind of prank, Wes, it's not funny anymore." That elicited a low chuckle of amusement from the mystery man....

Uh oh.

Mystery man. That definitaly wasn't a woman chuckling at me. And I was sitting there all chained up, blindfolded, and half naked! Big uh oh.

I kind of replied with a throaty chuckle of my own. I think it might have sounded more like a nervous giggle, but hey, I tried. "Uhm....just what do you, whoever you are, have in mind?" Still no reply, but I could hear the person come near me, then, all of a sudden I realised that my mystery captor was right in front of me. He placed a gentle hand on my cheek and said in a voice oddly familiar and commanding, "It is not your place to question me, slave."

*meep* Slave? The hell I'm not anybody's slave! ... Backing away from this crazy person, I shook my head. "You've got the wrong guy, I'm a pilot. Not a slave. I'm in Rogue Squadron, perhaps you've heard of them? If you don't let me go, they'll come looking for me...and...and you'll be sorry."

There was that deep, throaty, and...even I'll admit, sexy, throaty chuckle again. "Idle threats. I have nothing to fear from your 'Rogue Squadron'."

*meep* yet again. "You don't?" I could sense him moving closer to me, so I backed up some more. That's when I hit the wall. He stood with his chest just touching mine and leaned over to whisper in my ear, practically caressing my cheek with his. "No, I don't."

My heart was pounding and I don't think it was from fear, "Oh," was all I could reply.

I could feel him smiling against my cheek, "Besides, I don't think you'll want to leave when I'm through with you."

Meekly, I asked, "Couldn't you at least take off the blindfold?" There was that damned chuckle again as he said, "No." Then, one of the most astonishing things I've ever experienced occurred.

He kissed me.

And not on my ear, or my cheek, or my nose, or something like that.

He kissed me on the lips.

And it was quite possibly one of the most beautiful, erotic, flooring kisses I have ever experienced.

Of course, at first I wanted to pull away but there was nowhere to go to. And he was so insistent...and just so damned good. I finally stood there, kissing him back, my knees quickly turning to jello, and another part of me turning quite the opposite.

Talk about something else to add to the list of 'firsts' I've experienced today.


Continued in Part Two