Forbidden Affairs
Leon’s voice sharpened, “spread. Your. Legs.”
The chair’s leather groaned as she slowly parted her thighs, the cool air kissing her inner skin.
“Good girl,” Marcus said mockingly, his hand sliding up her calf, stopping just shy of where she needed him. “But not quite there yet.”
Leon’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back gently but firmly. “You’ll learn, but first, you need to understand what happens when you defy us.”
Marcus stood, moving to the side table where a sleek black box sat. He opened it slowly, deliberately, revealing a collection of toys—restraints, clamps, a slender silver wand that gleamed under the harsh lights.