Marcus arrived at 9 p.m. sharp. Door unlocked. Lights off except one red bulb in the bedroom that casts everything in deep red. He stripped in the hallway. Folded his clothes. Walked in naked. Cock already thick and leaking down his thigh from the drive over.

Ava was waiting.

She stood in the center of the room like a statue carved from shadow and leather. Full black bodysuit tonight, tight, shiny, zipped low between her tits. Harness strapped over it with a new toy: jet-black, ridged silicone cock, curved upward, thicker at the base than anything they’d used before. A thick leather collar dangled from her hand. Chains clinked softly...