The room was dim, bathed in a warm red glow.
Tonight was different. He could feel it deep in his bones. They were still upstairs in the penthouse of the club.
Jamie knelt on the padded floor, naked except for a thin silver chain around his wrist that Luca had clipped on the moment he had walked out of the bathroom. A symbol. A preview.
He kept his eyes low, lashes trembling, the silence between them stretching like wire.
He could feel Luca pacing slowly behind him—deliberate, heavy-footed, every step weighted with authority.
“Look at you,” Luca said finally, voice low, dark, and edged with steel. “On your knees. Waiting for me like a good little pet.”
Jamie exhaled shakily. His c**k was already half-hard, just from those words.
“I remember when the day you walked in and out of thi
