Zade *I forgot to mention at the start, this book contains scenes of degradation for s****l gratification and punishment*
I sink into the plush leather of the small lounge, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. The room is quiet now, but the remnants of conversation, the echoes of laughter, still linger in the air. Cleo slides her arms around my neck, pulling me back against her, her presence grounding me. Joel and Willow slip out, casting one last glance my way before leaving, and I groan, knowing I’ve managed to drag everyone into my mess tonight.
Without hesitation, Cleo moves, swinging a leg over me until she’s straddling my lap, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. She watches me, her expression softer than I’d like. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, he
