The Pleasure Directive
The air in the penthouse felt too hot, the glass wall cool at her back where it briefly touched exposed skin—a jarring contrast between their heat and the indifferent chill outside.
She rode the line between pleasure and pain, chasing the edge because she didn’t know how many more times she’d get to feel anything at all. The collar tightened, not with command, but with the surge of input. The HUD stuttered, numbers flickering, then smoothing again.
She came with his name bitten into his shoulder, muffled and fierce.
He followed with a rough sound against her neck, hands clamped so hard on her hips she knew she’d bruise.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but the echo of their heartbeats an
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