KISAREL.
I pulled harder against the restraints again, my wrists straining, my thighs trembling with the effort to move an inch and failing. The blindfold made it worse. I had no idea where he was until his palm slid up my bare thigh. “I can’t...”
“That’s the point.”
His fingers hooked into the sides of my thong and dragged them down my legs. I made a broken sound and tried to twist away from the exposure, but there was nowhere to go. He tugged the underwear free, and I heard them hit the floor.
"Oceans." My voice came out stripped of everything except honesty. "I've never — this isn't something I've ever—"
"I know." The bed shifted as he moved. "That's not going to stop me."
My face burned under the blindfold. He stood there for a beat too long, saying nothing, and that silence was
