hapter 2: I Wore Kane’s Remote Toy to Our Friend Group Hangout While My Brother Sat Right There

The marks from the silk ties are still faintly visible on my wrists the next evening. I keep catching myself rubbing them absentmindedly while I get ready. Kane’s cum from last night had leaked out of me for hours afterward, a constant sticky reminder even after I showered twice. My body still feels sore in the best and worst ways — used, claimed, and already craving more.

His text comes while I’m staring at my closet.

Black dress again. The small remote toy goes inside before you leave the house. I control...