SARA'S POV
The silk was everywhere. Around my eyes, muffling the light. Around my wrists, cinching them so tightly above my head that I could feel my pulse against the fabric. Around my thighs, spreading me indecently wide, making me nothing but a display for him.
I had never felt so helpless. And yet, the helplessness wasn’t a prison — it was a fire. My body betrayed me, every nerve lit with a strange, pulsing hunger that I couldn’t contain.
I heard him moving. The sound of ice clinking against glass. A freezer door closing. Then footsteps, deliberate, slow, dragging the anticipation until my skin prickled.
“Rico…” I whispered into the darkness, my voice quivering, fragile.
He didn’t answer. Not yet.
Instead, something cold brushed my stomach. I gasped, jerking hard against the rest
