“Yes.”
I nodded and held her chin so she looked up at me. “One last chance. You sure you want this?”
“I’m sure.” She didn’t hesitate.
“Then strip, Sunshine.” My voice dropped.
She didn’t even think about it. Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes stayed locked on mine as she peeled her shirt over her head, then unhooked her bra and threw it to the ground. Each piece of clothing hit the floor like it meant something, like she was shedding more than clothes. When her jeans followed, I could see her chest rise and fall faster, but she didn’t look away.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmured, stepping forward. My fingers grazed her jaw. “Now get on your knees.”
She lowered herself slowly, never breaking eye contact. “You call me Master here,” I told her, voice low. “Only here. Only if you want to.”
“I want to,” she said quietly. “Yes… Master.”
Something primal moved under my skin at the sound of it. Not because I wanted to control her, but because she trusted me enough to give me that part of herself.
I circled her slowly. The room was quiet except for the faint bass of music bleeding in from the main floor and the steady rhythm of her breathing.
Her back straightened when I stopped behind her. She knew I was watching every breath, every twitch of her fingers against her thighs.
“You remember what I told you?” I asked, moving in closer, my hand ghosting over her shoulder.
“That you’d take care of me.”
“And that you could stop this at any time?”
“Yes, Master.”
I leaned down and murmured in her ear, “Then you’re mine. And not just for one night.Overandoveragain.”
She shivered, but I knew she was turned on and desperate for whatever I was going to do to her. I helped her up and guided her to the padded cuffs hanging up. I didn’t rush her. That wasn’t what this was about. My fingers skimmed her spine, then her hips. The lightest touch, just enough for her to want more.
“This is going to be intense,” I told her as I picked up the leather cuffs. “You trust me?”
She nodded.
“I need to hear it.”
“I trust you.”
I buckled the restraints gently around her wrists, then fastened them to the hooks. She was still upright, able to shiftand speak freely. It was never about trapping her. It was about holding her safe while I took care of her.
I moved in front of her, cupped her face, and kissed her. Rough, possessive, and for once, I felt more than just needing alcohol to breathe. I felt likeshewas the reason I was here tonight, and not me running away from the bottle. The kind of kiss that said,You’re right, one night was never going to be enough.The kind of kiss that undid me and ruined me in every way I’d ever wanted.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. It was true, too. I wasn’t just saying it because she was here naked or because she was turning out to be a good sub. Mya was like a breath of fresh air. She was the one who may word-vomit but was honest and genuine in everything she did. She was… kind. Even when I didn’t deserve it.
“Thank you, Master.”
“I’m going to push you. But I’ll never actually hurt you in a way you don’t want. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
I grabbed the riding crop and softly hit her thigh. She jumped, but a moan quickly fell out of her pretty mouth. My knee spread her legs, and without giving her warning, I tapped her sweet little clit. Her back buckled, but she wasn’t able to go anywhere. Her nipples hardened, pebbling under my touch.
“Please,” she begged.
“What do you want, Sunshine?”
