Serena Rosette
I nodded, breathless, my mind spinning with everything that was happening. Mason’s gaze never wavered, and I could feel his dominance radiating off him, an invisible weight pressing down on me. He was waiting—waiting for me to speak, to comply, to offer him something. His eyes darkened, and the moment stretched out, thick with anticipation.
“One. I will always address you as ‘Sir’ when we are in the playroom.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before Mason moved. His fingers slid up the back of my neck, tugging at the collar of my shirt with a single, fluid motion. I gasped as he pulled it free, my skin tingling under the touch. The fabric was discarded in a swift movement, falling to the floor with a soft rustle.
His hand returned to my waist, his thumb grazing the
