Then I set my phone down and shrugged out of my shirt.
The room was quiet except for the faint sound of the video still playing and the soft rustle of fabric as I picked the corset back up.
“Okay,” I said under my breath. “Let’s see what you saw, Josh.”
I slipped it on like a vest, guiding my arms through carefully.
The fabric settled against my torso, cool at first, but warming quickly against my skin. I adjusted it over my shoulders, then reached behind myself, fingers finding the laces again.
I couldn’t see what I was doing, which meant a lot of trial and error—pulling one side, then the other, tightening gradually the way the video had shown. The corset began to close around me, the structure firming as the laces drew tighter.
I worked slowly, making sure it sat evenly, tugging until it felt secure without being restrictive.
By the time I finished, I was breathing a little deeper—not strained, just aware of it.
I left the room to go to the half-bath near our living room, flicking on the light to look in the mirror.
“Huh.”
The corset pulled in at my waist just enough to change the line of my body. My shoulders looked broader by comparison, my posture straighter without even trying.
The deep V framed my chest, drawing attention upward, while the dark fabric and black boning gave everything a sharper, more defined look. Sophisticated, even.
“You’ve been losing your mind over this?” I murmured, turning to get a look at the back. “Damn, my ass looks good.”
I adjusted the corset one last time, rolling my shoulders back slightly, getting used to the way it held me, then headed for the stairs.
Upstairs, I stopped just outside the playroom door.
On the other side, I could hear faint movement—Josh shifting, still waiting, still worked up, still overthinking everything.
I unlocked the door.
And stepped inside.
“This what you’ve been wanting to see?”
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Josh
I’d spent the last—honestly, no idea how long—staring at the ceiling, pulling uselessly at the restraints, tryingnotto think about how close I’d been, how unfair that was, how—
The door opened.
“This what you’ve been wanting to see?”
I turned my head, and promptly forgot how to breathe.
Dorian stepped inside, wearing the corset, looking like he’d appeared right out of a wet dream.
It fit him perfectly.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes off of him. “Fuck…”
Dorian’s smile deepened as he began sauntering over to the bed, unhurried, and so completely in control of himself in a way that made my pulse spike all over again.
“You like it?” he asked.
