They left her bound.
Zoe lay cuffed to the headboard, ankles still rope-tied wide, chest rising and falling in shallow pulls. Come and her own slick shone between her spread legs. The flogger marks on her inner thighs had deepened into a warm, stinging flush. Every small shift of the mattress made the cuffs clink and the rope creak.
Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and ran the falls of the flogger lightly over her stomach, not striking, just reminding her it was still in his hand. Lucas stretched out beside her, fully hard again, and traced one fingertip around her n****e without touching it directly.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Lucas said quietly. “Not until we’re done proving it.”
Zoe’s voice was rough. “Then prove it. Stop teasing and f**k me.”
Ryan’s mouth curved. He lifted the fl
