Whispers After Dark
“Fuck, Elara. You look like every dirty fantasy I’ve had about you. Tied up in my chair, legs spread, waiting to be used.”
He moved behind the desk and hit a button. The lights in the office dimmed to a low, intimate glow, but the city lights outside still poured through the windows. I was on display again, bound and helpless.
He returned with the silver vibrator and something new— a small, jeweled butt plug. My breath caught.
“Kai… I’ve never—”
“I know,” he murmured, coating the plug generously with lube. “Tonight you will. Breathe for me.”