The ball gag was ripped out without warning.
Stefan coughed, then flinched when the blindfold was torn away, too.
“Up.”
It—it wasn’t his master. It was Yannis.
“What?”
“Up!”
The spreader was jerked free from his knees. The padlock at his back was snapped open. The chains crumpled and slithered down his skin. He was slick with sweat, and a little blood from where the metal had cut into him.
“Now!”
His hair was pulled, and Stefan stumbled blindly. He fell. His legs erupted in pain. Pins and needles danced around his feet, and he staggered drunkenly into the sofa.
Only for another pair of hands to seize him by the hips, and turn him.
He was shoved over the arm of the sofa, his master’s grip heavy and familiar. Stefan clung to the leather, dizzy and blinded by disorientation. He’d ne
