Marcus arrived at 9 p.m. sharp. Door unlocked. Lights off except one red bulb in the bedroom that casts everything in deep red. He stripped in the hallway. Folded his clothes. Walked in naked. c**k already thick and leaking down his thigh from the drive over.
Ava was waiting.
She stood in the center of the room like a statue carved from shadow and leather. Full black bodysuit tonight, tight, shiny, zipped low between her t**s. Harness strapped over it with a new toy: jet-black, ridged silicone c**k, curved upward, thicker at the base than anything they’d used before. A thick leather collar dangled from her hand. Chains clinked softly on the bed behind her, four-point spreader bars, ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, a heavy metal spreader bar already set up.
She didn’t smile. Just pointed to the
