“If you want to back out, *mi amor*, now would be the time.” Though he’s only teasing, Alejandro’s voice is husky with anticipation and - though he’d never admit it - a small dose of nerves.
The bedroom was dimly lit by candles - he wanted it to feel romantic, almost like a proposal, which in some ways it was. A promise that the two of you would be making to each other.
The collar hangs in his hand, surprisingly heavy-feeling for such a delicate thing. It’s a choker, really, subtle enough to be worn in public that anyone who didn’t know what it represented might mistake it for a mere fashionable accessory. More than that, though, it’s a bond - a vow that goes beyond the conventions of a normal relationship. A promise to obey, to serve - in the interest of mutual pleasure, of course.
“Do you want to go over the terms again, *amor*? I don’t want you to feel…” He struggles for a moment to phrase it correctly. “*No lo sé*, pressured.” His dark eyes meet your own, not judging - just…waiting. For your questions, your affirmation…your submission.