Mason

Even as I secure Alyssa's wrists together with one of my green ties and King tightens a black ball gag around her mouth, she watches us with nothing but love and unwavering trust.

It's captivating.

Once she's fully bound, we step back to admire our handiwork. Alyssa's on her knees on the bed—naked, vulnerable, breathtaking. For a split second, something flickers in her hazel eyes. Panic. Memory. Her breathing picks up, just a fraction too fast.

It's subtle, ...