HENRY'S POV
The door slammed shut behind me, the iron echo sealing me into the dark. For a heartbeat there was only silence, then the scrape of heels on stone—multiple pairs. My chest tightened. I wasn’t alone.
Then the light came—dim, flickering torches licking along the walls, casting just enough glow to show me the shape of them. Four women.
Four predators.
They stood like statues waiting for sacrifice, dressed in leather and lace, eyes gleaming with hunger that was anything but holy. My c**k twitched, still wet and aching from Mistress’s torment, and their gazes went straight to it like wolves scenting blood.
“On your knees,” Mistress’s voice snapped from behind me. My body folded instantly, bare and obedient on the cold floor.
The tallest of the women stepped forward, hair spill
