AI WHISPERS
But the context has shifted from romance to punishment.
My ankles are spread wide, tied to the heavy posts. My wrists are bound overhead. I am splayed open, a sacrifice to our own sins.
"Close your eyes," Alex commands.
"I can't," I whisper, staring at the corner of the room where the shimmering entity—Echo—is watching us.
Alex comes back with a bowl of ice and the warm bottle.
He picks up an ice cube.
He presses it directly against my clit.
"Ahhh!" I scream, thrashing against the ropes. It burns. It’s so cold it feels like a branding iron. The shock sends a jolt of electricity straight up my spine.