After everything he'd put Mitchell through getting to this point, Samandriel had no reason to deny him this one thing he asked for. "I'm wearing your collar," Samandriel whispered, "in public whether you've freed me or not. I serve you, Mitchell...and it is not my place to deny you anything, not when it's in my power to say yes."
He leaned in and kissed him then, slow and deep before he said against those lips, "but tomorrow is tomorrow and what's left of tonight is for you and I." He reached back and guided one of Mitchell's hands over his bare ass. "And tonight I need you to do this."