Jennifer's fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on my thigh, her nails pressing just hard enough to leave faint red marks through the fabric of my pants. Her voice dropped to a whisper, so low I had to lean in to hear her—like a serpent hissing secrets in the dark.
"Here's what you're going to do, my good little slave," she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. "Tonight, after dinner, you'll tell Emily you want to play a game. Something fun. Something intimate." Her lips curled into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Tell her you want to blindfold her, that you want to tease her. Make her beg for it."
I swallowed hard, my pulse spiking. "And if she says no?"
