CHAPTER 3

CADEN

She looked wrecked.

Kneeling on the floor, blindfold secure, wrists tied behind her back, and spit glistening on her chin. Her lips were bruised from sucking me off, and her chest was rising like she’d just run for her life.

But she hadn’t run.

She’d knelt.

She’d begged.

And she’d let me use her mouth like she was made for it.

I didn’t walk away.

How could I?

I dropped in front of her again and gripped her face with both hands.

“Still think ...