The doors clicked shut with a finality that made my stomach drop. I was alone again in the opulent prison, wrists still cuffed high above my head, naked and exposed under the soft glow of recessed lighting. The fireplace crackled mockingly, casting warm flickers across my skin that did nothing to chase away the chill of dread settling deep in my bones.
I yanked at the cuffs again, harder this time, until the leather dug painfully into my wrists. Nothing gave. The chain was solid, bolted deep into the marble wall. My shoulders already ached from the awkward position, and every small movement made my breasts sway, a humiliating reminder of how vulnerable I was. I pressed my thighs together tightly, trying to ignore the lingering echo of Dante’s words.
Soon you’ll be begging for my c**k.
