Chapter 13 – The Obedience Trial [WARNING 18+]
She tied the blindfold like it was a collar. And I wore it like I'd earned it.
I arrived early.
Not because I was afraid of being late.
Because I wanted her to make me wait.
The courtyard was darker now—sun dipping low, shadows long and sharp. The training mat still smelled like sweat and steel. My muscles ached. My heartbeat didn't.
Seraphine emerged from the weapon hall in silence. No armor today. Just tight training wraps, boots, and leather pants that molded to every scarred curve of her hips.
Her body was brutal beauty—biceps flexing with every movement, breasts high and proud beneath a sports wrap that hugged her like a second skin. Her waist tapered hard into strong hips, her thighs thick with the kind of muscle that could crush a man or ride him until he saw stars. A sheen of sweat glistened on her abs, trailing down to the low cut of her pants.
In her hands? A strip of black silk.
She stopped in front of me. No greeting. No smile.
Just command.
"Strip to the waist."