The woman tugged at the ropes, her body arching taut. Then something inside her snapped loose. She tipped over, head thrown back, a scream tearing out as she convulsed.
I pressed my thighs together, heat moving through me. The man didn’t stop at the one, but held her and pushed her right into a second orgasm before easing her down.
“Have you ever?” he asked softly.
“What,” the word came out labored.
“Let go? Turned everything off?”
I turned to him, finally taking him in. Dark suit tailored to perfection, his simple black mask added to the allure. His shortbeard trimmed scruff. If only it wasn’t so dark, I might have seen his eyes.
“I…”
His full lips curved. “Tell me, little one, did you like what you saw?”
“I…”
His smirk widened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. “I could teach you to let go, to quiet those voices in your head.”
He pulled a card from his pocket and traced it down my temple, along my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. Never touching me. His breath mingled with mine.
For a second, I thought he might kiss me.
He tucked the card into my bra, with precise, teasing control, not once touching me. “Reach out.”
He stepped back and gestured at the door.
“Go find your friends,” he murmured. “Before you stumble into trouble you’re not ready for.”
He turned and disappeared down the hall.
I looked back through the glass. The man was untying the woman slowly, smoothing her hair, murmuring that she’d been a good girl.
Did it really quiet everything?
A couple exited a nearby room, and I jolted into motion, hurrying toward the door I’d slipped through.
This was all too much, but in the back of my mind, I knew it hadn’t been enough.
Chapter 4
Sebastian
It took every ounce of strength I had to walk away, but I only made it far enough to slip into the shadows.
She stayed rooted where I’d left her, eyes locked on the couple through the glass like she physically couldn’t look away. It wasn’t until another pair slipped out of a nearby room that she startled and retreated toward the main ballroom.
I adjusted my cock, still hard and aching from what I’d just taken part in. I should’ve gone to find release, but the memory of her pressed to that glass burned hotter than anything an orgasm could touch.
The way she leaned closer—curious instead of afraid—desperate to understand why someone would surrender so completely to their Dom.
God help me, I wanted to show her. Wanted to pull her into my world, piece by trembling piece.
And then I saw it.
She lifted her wrist, fidgeting with the white bracelet, and the light caught a blur of ink. Lines. Rows of black marks in a pattern that tugged at something in me. Binary.
My breath caught.
