SARA'S POVThe silk was everywhere. Around my eyes, muffling the light. Around my wrists, cinching them so tightly above my head that I could feel my pulse against the fabric. Around my thighs, spreading me indecently wide, making me nothing but a display for him.I had never felt so helpless. And yet, the helplessness wasn’t a prison — it was a fire. My body betrayed me, every nerve lit with a strange, pulsing hunger that I couldn’t contain.I heard him moving. The sound of ice clinking against glass. A freezer door closing. Then footsteps, deliberate, slow, dragging the anticipation until my skin prickled.“Rico…” I whispered into the darkness, my voice quivering, fragile.He didn’t answer. Not yet.Instead, something cold brushed my stomach. I gasped, jerking hard against the restraints, but silk only tightened around me, cruel in its softness. The ice slid lower, trailing a wet line across my skin until it found me — until it rested on my clit like a burning brand of frost.“Ahhh—
THIRD PERSON POVBefore she could respond, his mouth claimed her breasts again. This time, there was nothing soft about it. He sucked her nipple hard, drawing a strangled cry from her as his teeth scraped gently over the tender peak. His other hand anchored her hip against the slick tile wall, keeping her from slipping as his mouth switched from one breast to the other, devouring her like a man starved.Her back arched, chest pressed into him, but the shock hit when his free hand slid lower. His fingers slipped between her thighs, already slick and hot under the shower’s downpour. Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers inside her folds, stretching her open with a slow, deliberate thrust.Sara’s cry bounced off the tiled walls. Her hips bucked against his hand instinctively, chasing the fullness she’d been craving.“God, Rico…” she whimpered, clutching his wet hair as his mouth sucked harder on her breast, as though determined to leave her marked. The rough pull of his mouth pair
THIRD PERSON POVRico returned the favor, his touch reverent and rough all at once. His hands, slick with soap, traveled over her skin like he was mapping her body for the first time. He dragged the lather down the line of her spine, pressing firmly enough to make her arch. When he reached the curve of her hips, his fingers lingered, kneading the soft flesh before sliding lower, a teasing graze that made her breath stutter.The water poured over them, a steady roar against tile, filling the silence with heat and steam. But even that couldn’t smother the sound that slipped from Sara’s throat — a trembling moan, startled out of her when Rico’s lips closed over her nipple. His mouth was hot despite the spray, tongue swirling before he sucked gently, then harder, until she gasped and grabbed at his wet hair.He didn’t rush. He moved down her body like a man savoring a feast, kissing and tasting as if he owned every inch of her. When he finally dropped to his knees, the sight of him there
THIRD PERSON POVSara Montrose leaned against the marble counter, one manicured hand curled around a half-filled glass of Chardonnay. From the bathroom sink behind her came the steady drip of water — a sharp, irritating tap-tap that had already tested her patience. Normally Henry would have handled something like this, or at least made the call, but Henry was on another trip. Golf, business, whatever excuse he had this week — it was all the same. He was gone, and she was alone.When the doorbell finally rang, Sara smoothed her robe across her waist and opened the door. She had expected an older, weary tradesman. What she found instead stopped her mid-breath.Rico Anderson filled the doorway, tool bag hanging from one hand, the late afternoon sun catching on the curve of his shoulders beneath a white T-shirt. His jeans were worn, boots heavy, hair damp as if he’d just rinsed off after a long day.“Mrs. Montrose?” His voice was low, calm, but carried a warmth that curled through her.“Y
THIRD PERSON POVMaya’s wrists were still tied loosely to Lila’s headboard, her skin flushed and damp from the waves of pleasure already wrung out of her. The blindfold stayed in place, but she didn’t need her eyes — her body was wide awake, strung tight on every touch, every sound.She heard the low hum before she felt it: the quiet click of buckles, the rustle of leather, the soft laugh that curled out of Lila’s throat.“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” Lila’s voice was steady, playful, but threaded with command.Maya swallowed, pulling lightly against the restraints. “What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy, betraying more excitement than fear.“Giving you your real graduation gift,” Lila whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed Maya’s ear. The tease sent a shiver rushing down her spine.Then Maya felt it — the press of something firm, smooth, thick, nudging against the inside of her thigh. The straps creaked as Lila adjusted her hips, settling between her legs
THIRD PERSON POVThe whole day felt like a blur. Maya had floated through her high school graduation wrapped in a whirlwind of hugs, flashing cameras, and endless “congratulations.” She looked every bit the dream , white dress clinging in all the right places, her hair pinned with soft curls, her smile brighter than the gold tassel that swayed from her cap.Everywhere she turned, someone wanted her attention. Parents, teachers, classmates. But one pair of eyes followed her with a hunger no one else noticed — Lila’s.The whole afternoon, Lila couldn’t stop staring. At the way Maya’s dress showed the slope of her shoulders. At the flush of excitement on her cheeks. At how grown she looked tonight, not the shy girl she’d first met a year ago. Something inside Lila buzzed with restless need, sharp and alive.When the guests finally left and the house grew quiet, Lila leaned close to Maya in the hallway, her lips brushing her ear.“I’ve got a graduation gift for you,” she murmured. Her voi