Ryan didn’t cuff her right away.
He stood over her while she knelt naked on the living-room rug, the spilled kit scattered around her knees—rope, flogger, blindfold, vibrator. Lucas moved behind her, slow, and dragged the silk gown out of the way with his foot. Neither of them spoke at first. They just looked at her: flushed, angry, already wet, the jealousy still burning in her eyes.
Ryan picked up the vibrator.
He turned it on to the lowest setting and pressed the buzzing head against her mouth.
“Open.”
Zoe opened. He pushed it between her lips, let her taste the faint slick still left on it from her own earlier use, then dragged it down her chin, her throat, between her breasts. The low hum made her n*****s tighten. He kept going lower, teasing the soft skin of her stomach, the ins
