Anything Goes

by Chara Croft

Noah wasn’t just my best friend, he was basically my other half. As far as I was concerned, what was mine was his.

As far as I was concerned, Noah, by definition, was goddamn perfect just the way he was.

No one was taking this collar off me. Not ever. I’d cut the bitch who tried.

Oh, hell yeah. I was one hundred percent on board the Master-slave train he wanted to ride,

Motherfucking worth it. Noah always was, always had been, and always would be.

I needed him because I was a Needy McNeedster with permanent residence in Needsville,

He’d gotten me something? Something other than his cock? Was it chocolate? Something else? I loved presents.