Deep Inside
“You’ll be hearing us one at a time. Every sound. Every command. You listen, you come. You disobey, you wait.”
Dorian, shirtless in slacks and nothing else, came last. He hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.
“Tell us what you are, Serena.”
She swallowed hard.
“I’m yours.”
Jace’s voice cut through her earpiece, sharp and low. “Say it again. Slower.”
Her breath hitched. “I’m… yours.”
They started with a blindfold.
Not silk. Leather. Scented with musk and memory.