Ron

Ron grinned as he eyed his haul in the accessories shop—pink bows, delicate hair clips, and a collar with a tiny bell. "Perfect," he thought, imagining how it would look on you.

You resisted, of course.

"Ron, what nonsense is this?!" You shook your head frantically, blushing to the tips of your ears, but your friend's hands were already deftly tucking strands of your black hair under the silk ribbons.

"You just don't see yourself from the outside," Ron bit his lip, admiring the result. "Like a kitten... pampered, spoiled."

You reached for the collar, but Ron grabbed your wrist, pinning you to the sofa. The bell rang loudly, mixing with your ragged breathing.

“N-no need…” you whispered, but there was already something more than just shame in your eyes.

Ron leaned over, a hot whisper sliding into his ear:

• What if I tell you that you like it?

And then you felt a treacherous shiver run down your back...