The next night Jenna went to bed at ten-thirty with her usual melatonin and earplugs.
Lucy waited until the upstairs hallway light switched off. Then she walked downstairs barefoot, wearing only an oversized T-shirt that barely reached the tops of her thighs, exactly as Dominic had ordered. No panties. The cool air of the house kissed the still-tender skin of her ass and the wet seam of her cunt with every step.
The laundry room door was already cracked open. The only light came from the small bulb above the machines. Dominic stood with his back against the washer, arms crossed, still fully dressed in the dark jeans and black T-shirt he had worn to dinner. His eyes tracked her the second she stepped inside.
“Close the door.”
She did. The soft click sounded final.
“Shirt off. On your k
