Owned, Silenced And Blindfolded By His Grace: An Explicit Victorian Hood and Collar Romance

I need a signature on guardianship papers for my nephew, and one man can give it. I have gone to his study every night for a month.
The papers never move. Something else does.

Roderick does not bargain out loud. He sets the pen down and the room changes temperature.
On Tuesday he silenced me, covered my eyes, and buckled a leather collar around my throat before he took me.
No voice, no sight, nothing left but him. I slept better than I have in years.

That is the shame of it. Not the collar. That I walked back the next night without being sent for.
He opens that drawer and my body goes quiet and ready.

The papers are still lying on the desk, and he has told me what the collar means once it stays on.
Silenced. Blindfolded. Collared at the throat. Owned, and kept that way until he decides otherwise.
My nephew's guardianship sits in that man's hand, every yes I give is bought with it, and I am at his study door again at nine.
What is a yes worth when he holds the only pen? What am I if he never reaches for that drawer again?

A full-length Victorian sensory deprivation collaring ownership erotic novel featuring a woman who needs a signature and the lord who wants her silenced.