CHAPTER 3

ELIAS

She gripped me tight. My whole body jerked.

“Sweet Path,” I gasped.

“No,” she whispered darkly, stroking me slow, cruel. “Not Path. Me. Say my name.”

“I… I don’t know your name.”

Her smile widened. “Then call me Mistress.”

My lips shook. “M-Mistress.”

Her hand squeezed harder. My vision blurred.

“That’s it. Again.”

“Mistress.”

She kissed my forehead like it was a mock blessing, hand working me faster now.

Her thumb rubbed over my tip and I broke—my body convulsing as hot release spilled into her hand, thick, endless, splattering against her wrist.

“Ah Path—”

“No,” she said again, biting my neck. “Say my name when you...