The automatic door clicked shut behind Hartwell, locking the dim hotel room in quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and Quin's quick breathing. She lay as he ordered, blindfolded by the crook of her own arms, her knees drawn in so that she presented herself on the crisp, white sheets with her bare ass raised high and exposed.
Hartwell's steps were precise and unhurried; the soft creak of leather as he walked closer to the bed without speaking was the only sound apart from her own breathing. She could feel him even without looking, every movement sending a ripple through her skin; her n*****s hardened even through the soft material of the sheets.
There was no greeting; his hand landed on the nape of her neck at once, fingers wide on the soft skin there, his thumb pressed r
