Zara’s POV
Heat flooded between my thighs. I was getting wet just from touching these things and imagining his voice. My n*****s were hard against his shirt, and I could feel the dampness growing in the boxers. I should have stopped. I knew I was invading his privacy. But my hand kept moving, picking up one of the sleek vibrators. It was dark and expensive-looking, heavier than I expected. I imagined him using it on me while I was cuffed, pressing it against my c**t while he whispered in my ear.
I put the vibrator back carefully, like it might burn me. My hands were shaking now. Not from fear—from arousal.
I quickly slammed the drawer closed and stepped back, heart pounding. I needed to get out of here before I did something even worse. I left the closet and the bedroom, heading back to
