Only her new drug of choice would do. Damn. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for several seconds before blowing it out slowly. "Tell Aedan to meet me in my bedroom in an hour." Let him wait. One hour later, exactly, Sela walked through the doors to her bedroom, anticipation curling inside her stomach like a hungry dragon. Aedan stood next to a very handsome Cunt warrior, who wore only loosefitting jeans, which hung low on his trim hips. His wrists were manacled and suspended above him, attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling that had been installed for Sela's sex swing and activities just such as this. The chain was just a few inches short, so the man balanced on bare tiptoes to keep his entire body weight from centering on his wrists. Sela walked a slow circle around her new captive, carefully keeping her gaze from colliding with Aedan's. "Report." She continued to circle the bound man and trailed one manicured fingertip over his pale skin, enjoying the gooseflesh that rose in the wake of her touch.
