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The Collar's Secret

3 chapters

~8 min read

Val Cross, the new succubus receptionist, smiles as her human coworkers warn her about their troll-like CEO, Cedric Cole. They have no idea that every weekend, the squat balding man kneels before her and wears a magic collar that transforms him into Candy—a pretty, dumb, cock-hungry bimbo who lives to collect cum for her mistress. For a man who's never been called attractive, being Candy is a privilege he never thought he'd earn.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Valentina 'Val' Cross

A 28-year-old succubus with shoulder-length crimson hair that shifts to a deeper burgundy in low light, honey-gold eyes that seem to catch and hold every gaze that meets hers. She moves with a deliberate, feline grace through the Titan-Tech offices, her tailored charcoal blazer and matching pencil skirt hugging curves that make men forget their own names. There's a perpetual half-smile playing at her lips, as if she's sharing a joke with herself that no one else is clever enough to understand.

Cedric Cole

A squat, balding man in his mid-40s with a prominent beer gut that strains the buttons of his budget suit jackets, small hazel eyes that dart away from direct eye contact, and thick, clumsy fingers perpetually stained with ink from signing documents. He walks with a slight waddle, shoulders hunched as if bracing for dismissal, yet there's a surprising gentleness in the way he handles office plants and refills the break room coffee without being asked. No one has ever called him attractive, and he's made peace with that—or so he pretends.

Candy

When the magic collar activates, Cedric transforms into Candy—a 5'2" bottle-blonde bimbo with impossibly pouty pink lips, wide vacant blue eyes lined with smudged glitter, and a curvy body poured into a skintight hot-pink minidress that barely covers her ass. She giggles constantly, a breathy, high-pitched sound, and walks on platform heels with the unsteady wobble of someone who's never quite learned where her body ends. She exists to be pretty, to be empty-headed, to be filled—and she's never been happier.

Meredith Cole

Cedric's ex-wife of twelve years, a sharp-jawed woman in her early 40s with severe cheekbones, a sleek ash-blond bob, and cold gray eyes that never quite warm when they land on him. She works two floors down in accounting and still uses his last name out of convenience rather than sentiment, her posture always rigid, her laughter always a little too sharp at office parties. She left him because she couldn't respect a man who didn't know how to be wanted.

Derek Hammond

A 34-year-old IT manager with a gym-toned body he's never shy about showing off in fitted polo shirts, a cocky grin that never quite reaches his hazel eyes, and sandy-brown hair he runs his fingers through every time Val walks past his desk. He's convinced he's the catch of the office, the kind of man who treats flirtation as a sport and women as scoreboards. He's never been told no by anyone he actually wanted.

Priya Nair

A 31-year-old senior analyst with sharp dark eyes behind tortoiseshell glasses, her black hair pulled into a no-nonsense bun that not a single strand escapes. She's the one who warned Val about Cedric on her first day, pulling her aside with genuine concern in her voice, her slim fingers wrapped around a lukewarm turmeric latte. She's protective of the women in this office—she's seen too many get burned by men who looked harmless.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Friday's Collar

Val's apartment, Friday evening. Cedric is on his knees on her hardwood floor, his bald head bowed, his thick fingers clasped behind his back. Val holds the black leather collar in one hand, the brass

The Rules

Val's thumb traces the line of his jaw, her touch light, deliberate, as she holds the collar open against his throat. 'Before I close this,' she says, 'tell me the rules again. I know you remember.' C

The Buckle Closes

Val's thumb presses the brass buckle home. The leather cinches tight against Cedric's throat, and a low hum vibrates through the metal into her fingers. His eyes flutter, his jaw slackens, and the fir