Tessa
Before I could respond, his hands were on me—confident, practiced, deliberate. The brush of silk against my skin, the firm tug of fabric as he tied a blindfold over my eyes. The world plunged into darkness, my senses sharpening in its absence. Every shift in the air, every movement he made, sent electric tingles along my skin.
His lips hovered near my ear, breath warm, teasing. “I like pets who know how to obey. You’d better follow instructions.”
A thrill curled low in my belly, a dangerous mix of nerves and need. “I’ve never been very good at that,” I teased, voice laced with challenge.
A sharp crack—his palm landing on my ass—made me gasp. The sting was immediate, spreading heat through my skin, down between my thighs.
"Then let's work on fixing that," he said smoothly, the w
