Cassy’s POV
The collar cinches tight around my neck, cool leather pressing into my skin, branding me with something far deeper than touch—ownership.
His fingers brush along my jaw, lingering at the hinge, then drift down the column of my throat. I shiver.
“Breathe, pet.”
I inhale shakily through parted lips, the blindfold keeping me in darkness, heightening every other sensation. My hearing sharpens—his soft breaths, the faint jingle of metal tools on the wall behind him, the wet sound of a moan from another room.
But it’s his presence that consumes me. A living force. Dominant. Controlled. Predatory.
“On your hands and knees.”
I obey instantly, knees sinking into the soft leather flooring, palms pressed flat. I feel exposed—naked and displayed—but it also awakens something wild and
