Donovan arrives first at eight fifty-five, dressed in all black. He surveys the room and nods approval.
Kai shows up two minutes later, practically vibrating with energy.
“Where is she?” he asks.
“She’ll be here.”
At exactly nine o’clock, the door opens.
Samantha steps inside and stops, taking in the room.
She’s wearing a simple black dress that falls to mid-thigh.
Following my earlier instructions, she moves to stand on the small black X in the center of the rug, shoulders already rising too fast, like she can feel the weight of three stares sliding over her skin. The black dress clings to her hips, her waist, the soft underside of her breasts. Every inch of silk looks wet even though it isn’t.
I let the silence stretch until it’s almost cruel.
Donovan moves first. He circles behind her the way a wolf circles something it has already decided to devour. His fingers brush the inside of her wrist, and still she jolts. He gathers both wrists, crosses them at the small of her back, and binds them with a strip of midnight silk.
The knot is slow. I watch the fabric bite gently into her skin, watch her lips part on a silent inhale when she realizes she can’t free herself unless we allow it.
Kai steps in from the front. He doesn’t speak either. He simply lifts the blindfold and drags it across her lower lip first, a teasing promise, before sliding it over her eyes. The knot at the back of her head is gentle, but the darkness is absolute. A tremor runs through her. Her nipples press against the thin fabric of her dress like they’re begging to be freed.
I stay where I am, letting them strip the world away from her one sense at a time.
Only when she is blind and bound do I move.
My palms settle on her shoulders, thumbs tracing the fragile line of her collarbones. She leans back, and her body meets the solidwall of my chest. I feel the shiver that rolls through her when my lips find the shell of her ear.
“Color?” I ask, so low only she can hear.
“Green,” she breathes, and the word trembles like a plucked string.
I let my hands drift lower, over the slope of her breasts, the tremor in her rib cage, until my fingers close around the hidden zipper at her spine. One tooth at a time, I draw it down, the sound loud in the hush.
The dress parts like theatre curtains. I peel it from her shoulders, down her arms, past the flare of her hips until it pools at her feet, and she stands in nothing but black lace panties and goose bumps.
Donovan’s hands come around from behind, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger until the fabric of her panties darkens with the wet of her arousal.
Kai sinks to his knees in front of her, mouth tracing the waistband of her panties with open, lazy kisses that stop a millimeter short of where she’s already aching. I stay pressed to her back, letting her feel my erection against the soft cleft of her ass, letting her know exactly what the sight of her like this is doing to me.
Her head falls against my shoulder. A broken little sound escapes her throat, half plea, half surrender. I smile into her hair.
She has no idea what’s coming.
I guide her forward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. One push and she folds, face down, arms stretched above herhead. Donovan clips the silk cuffs to the ring hidden beneath the headboard.
The position lifts her breasts, arches her back, presents that perfect ass like a gift.
Kai is already at the silver bucket. He lifts an ice cube between two fingers and lets a single drop of meltwater fall onto the base of her spine. She jerks, gasps. He traces the cube up the line of her back, over the silk at her wrists, then down again, circling each dimple above her ass until the lace between her thighs is soaked through.
Donovan produces the feather and drags it over the wet trail Kai left. The contrast makes her cry out, hips rolling helplessly.
I watch her fight the restraints, watch her thighs tremble, watch her try to chase sensation and find only teasing denial. When I finally lean over her, my mouth at the shell of her ear again, my voice is rough with two days of want.
“No coming until I say.”
She whimpers, and it goes straight to my cock.
