The heavy steel doors of the private executive elevator slid shut with a pneumatic hiss, sealing Chloe into the quiet, rapidly descending capsule alongside her two owners. The interior was a sleek, high-tech combination of brushed obsidian metal and tinted mirror glass, offering a dark, distorted reflection of the three of them standing inside.
Chloe stood with her back pressed against the cold glass, her hands trembling as she tried to calm her racing pulse. Her emerald green ribbed knit dress was completely pristine on the outside, its high neckline tightly concealing the leather collar strapped around her throat. But underneath the heavy fabric, she was completely bare, her thighs still tight and tingling from the intense, scalding encounter in the penthouse jacuzzi. The thin knit mate
