The scarf became a leash.
Jordan looped it through the headboard slats and knotted it tight around Alex’s wrists, the silk biting just enough to remind her who held the power. She lay spread-eagle on his mattress, ankles bound with his paint-stained belts, the leather warmed from his hips. Morning light filtered through the blinds in dusty bars across her skin, catching on the faint bruises blooming along her collarbone, her inner thighs, the soft underside of one breast. Marks he had left with teeth and suction and the flat of his palm.
He stood at the foot of the bed, naked, c**k jutting heavy and flushed. A bead of pre-come pearled at the tip; he smeared it down the shaft with a lazy stroke, eyes never leaving her. In his other hand he held the note she had written at dawn, the ink al
