EVELYN
A strange sensation crawled over my skin, dragging me out of sleep. It wasn’t the soft brush of the sheets or the warmth of my own body heat, it was something else. A foreign tingling, sharp and deliberate, moved over my skin like a whisper laced with warning.
Another sharp sting sliced across my chest.
I gasped, my body jerking awake, my eyes flying open to the blue-lit room.
For a second, my mind couldn’t process what I was seeing.
Dave.
He stood beside my bed, completely naked, his face unreadable, his posture relaxed as if he was doing what was right. In one hand was a thin leather strips flogger swaying slightly from movement. In the other, a small electric teaser, the faintest blue light pulsing from the tip.
The sight of him like this casual in his possession of me sent my pulse into chaos.
“What the hell is going on?” My voice cracked, thick with sleep, and something I refused to name.
He tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “Are you for real
