Alexander Voss’s POV
The one-way glass slides open with a soft hiss.
Victor, Marcus, and Elias step into the bedroom like predators entering an arena. Suits shed in the lounge, they’re down to black dress shirts, sleeves rolled, eyes hungry. c***s already straining against expensive trousers.
My pets are exactly where I left them after Chapter 4: sprawled on the bed, blindfolds back on, bodies glistening with dried c*m, p*****s plugged and leaking, asses striped red from the crop. Breathing shallow. Waiting.
I stand at the foot of the bed, arms crossed.
“Gentlemen,” I announce, “the show was just foreplay. Now you get to play.”
Lila whimpers. Sophia’s thighs clench.
I nod to Victor. “Russian, you like pain. Start us off.”
Victor grins — gold tooth flashing — and approaches with a h
