Chapter 6
The Cage You Crave
It started with silk.
Silk around my wrists. Silk over my eyes. Silk between my thighs, slick with need.
Dominic Vale didn’t tie me like a man claiming his lover—he wrapped me like a predator dressing a meal.
“You still think you’re here by choice, little thing?”
His voice was a rasp over my shoulder, the roughness of it scraping me raw.
I opened my mouth to answer, but he slipped two fingers between my lips. Not to hush me—to own me. His fingers pressed against my tongue, slow and deep, until I gagged softly.
“Shh,” he murmured. “Just take what I give you.”
He pulled the blindfold down tighter.
And I was in the dark.
Literally. Figuratively. And Emotionally.
Because lately, I couldn’t tell what I wanted anymore. I hated that I loved the way he tou
