Santiago's POV
I stood in the center of the Crystal Mirror Chamber and let the infinite reflections settle around us. Every surface, walls, floor, even the vaulted ceiling was seamless mirrored glass set with tiny jewels that caught the soft light and threw it back a thousand times.
Dalia stood naked before me, with a collar locked around her throat, her wrists cuffed lightly behind her back just enough that she could not cover herself or turn away. The mirrors already multiplied her in different reflections. Her thick thighs pressed together, her soft heavy breasts rising with each nervous breath, the round full belly that made my c**k twitch every time I looked at it, and the wide hips I intended to leave marked.
“Look,” I said, voice low. I stepped behind her, one hand on her hip, t
