Elle
This time, the room is dimly lit, with soft music humming in the background – a melody that seems to sync with the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. I stand in the center, the plush leather chair behind me, the air thick with anticipation. Seb moves like a predator, slow and deliberate, every step calculated. His gaze, dark and commanding, locks onto mine as he lifts the black silk blindfold in his hand.
“Trust me?” His voice is low, a whisper of heat brushing against my skin.