The first session.

Ava’s POV

The dungeon door felt heavier tonight. I stepped inside wearing nothing but the collar Master Damien had instructed me to keep on since yesterday and a long coat that I shed the moment I crossed the threshold. My skin prickled with nervous energy.

The plug from our first meeting had been removed this morning, but the memory of its constant pressure still lingered. I felt empty now. Aching. Ready for whatever he planned to fill that emptiness with.

Master Damien stood waiting in the center of the room, dressed in black again. His presence alone made my knees weak. He studied me with those sharp...