Iris's POV 

He set the phone down, face-down. 

Then he turned back to me, and his eyes were black, his pupils blown so wide there was barely any grey left.

His hand came up, his knuckles brushing my cheek before his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to command. 

"On your hands and knees. Now." His voice was sharp.

I moved. There was no thought, no hesitation, my body obeyed before my mind could catch up, my muscles trembling as I rolled onto my stomach, pushing up onto my hands and knees. 

The position was vulnerable, my ass in the air, my back...