The car ride was silent.
Gabriel sat naked in the backseat, collared, leashed, blindfolded. Eren knelt beside him, wrists cuffed behind his back. Neither man knew where they were going.
Mistress didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Her presence filled the entire vehicle.
Every stoplight. Every bump in the road. Every minute that passed made Gabriel’s c**k harder. He was leaking already. Just from the knowledge that she had full control.
When the car finally stopped, they heard the creak of a gate. Voices. Laughter.
Then music.
The scent hit next. Leather. Cigar smoke. Expensive perfume. s*x.
The kind of place that lived behind false walls and whispered codes.
Mistress opened the door. Tugged both leashes.
“Out.”
They followed her on all fours, crawling across rough pavement, up conc
