AI WHISPERS
My body is still soft from the pregnancy, my breasts heavy, my bio-luminescence glowing softly under my skin.
I don't cover myself. I stand tall.
Alex strips off his jacket. His shirt. His pants.
He stands before me, naked and aroused.
"Kneel," he whispers.
It’s not a command of force. It’s an invitation.
I kneel. Not because I have to. Because I choose to.
"Beautiful," he breathes.
He helps me up. He guides me to the center of the bed.
Silk ropes descend from the ceiling rigging. Alex binds my wrists overhead, stretching me out. My body is a long, pale line against the black sheets.