POV: EVE
Eve woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the solid warmth of Dimitri's body beside her.
She was tucked against his chest, his arm heavy across her waist, his breathing deep and even with sleep. Peaceful. Almost innocent, if you didn't know what those hands were capable of.
She did know. Had watched those hands torture a man. Had felt those hands bring her to the edge of madness night after night. Had begged those hands to give her what she needed and been denied again and again.
Last night had been no different. More toys. More orgasms. More desperate begging. More denial.
Four weeks now. Four weeks of living with him. Four weeks of submission and control and pleasure that never quite satisfied.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
She ignored it, too comfortable to move, too tired to care who was calling at.....she squinted at the clock....nine in the morning on a Sunday.
The buzzing stopped, then immediately started again.
