She couldn’t see.
The blindfold had been tight around her eyes for what felt like hours. Or minutes. She wasn’t sure anymore. Time didn’t exist here. Only obedience. Only sensation.
Her wrists were bound behind the chair, leather straps digging into her skin just enough to remind her she wasn’t leaving. Not until he decided.
The air was thick, electric, humming with the weight of what hadn’t happened yet.
She wasn’t alone.
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Emma knew what kind of night this would be the moment she stepped through the door.
The room was dimly lit, warm, the scent of leather and musk lingering in the air like an unspoken promise. A single chair sat in the center, a throne of control, draped in deep shadows. And in it, him.
Gabriel.
He was already waiting, legs spread, one hand lazily resting on his thigh, the other curled around the length of a black leather leash. It connected to the thick collar around her throat, the same one he had fastened on her before she left the house. A reminder.
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Emma entered the dimly lit chamber, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The air was thick with leather, musk, and the unshakable presence of him. He stood in the center of the room, waiting, exuding command in a way that made her legs weak before a single word had been spoken.
Dominic.
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