Chapter 67: Obedience: The Test (BDSM) 2

She arrived home wet.

Not in the literal sense -- though the air in the city was thick with midsummer heat -- but wet in the way that lived in her body. Between her thighs. In the edges of her brain. In the places she'd trained herself not to touch without permission.

Ashley dropped her duffel in the entryway. Flight 291 had been long, crowded, full of impatient passengers and weak coffee. She'd smiled through it all. That same polite smile she always wore when the captain made a stupid joke over the intercom or a businessman "accidentally" brushed her hip when handing back his drink cup.

She slipped off her heels. Let her toes stretch against the hardwood.

It wasn't until she passed the living room that something... shifted.

There was a feeling.

That uncanny, breathless sensation -- like someone had been in her room.

She paused. Looked down the hall.

Her door was closed. Just like she'd left it.

But not fully closed. It was cracked an inch.

Her stomach flipped.

She crossed