Serena Rosette
The gag is gone, but its ghost lingers on my lips—the taste, the silence, the way it robbed me of words and replaced them with sensation. My lips still tingle from the absence of it, a constant reminder of the vulnerability I’ve embraced.
I can feel the ache, not just in my jaw but in my chest, like it opened something inside me. Something raw and sacred. Something I don’t yet fully understand but don’t ever want to close again.
Mason’s kiss is still lingering on my lips, even though he’s stepped back, giving me just enough space to breathe. Or perhaps just enough space to crave him again. The ropes are still snug around my wrists, the collar tight against my neck, reminding me of my place in this game. The clamps still tug delicately with every breath I take, each one a
