ISABELLA
I woke up slowly, the way you surface from a very deep, very dangerous dream. The first thing I noticed was the scent; rich leather, warm wood, and something faintly musky that still clung to the sheets. My eyes fluttered open to the low, red-tinged lighting of the playroom. I wasn’t in the master bedroom. I was still here. Naked, sore, and marked.
A slow, disbelieving smile curved my lips as memories from last night flooded back in vivid, filthy detail. The way Rafael had tied me to the bedposts. The sharp sting of the red flogger across my ass and thighs. His fingers, his tongue, his thick c**k edging me mercilessly until I was sobbing and begging. The moment he finally f****d me hard and deep, then slowed down when I safeworded, giving me long, devastating strokes that made
