Page 80 of Their Christmas Miracle

Lexi

Lexi touched a fur blanket and recoiled at the unexpected sensation. How dark was this room? She literally couldn’t see her hand in front of her face: she’d tried twice already. She kept waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but if it hadn’t happened yet, it probably wasn’t going to.

She also couldn’t wipe the idiotic grin off her face. Since throwing off her clothes seconds before, she’d been overwhelmed with all the anticipated debauchery her mind kept chucking at her. Mason: tying her up and ravishing her. Mason: slapping her ass to get her to keep quiet. Mason: fucking her until she screamed for mercy.

Lexi shivered and climbed onto the bed, collapsing onto the decadently-soft fur blanket. Her nipples hardened as she twisted onto her stomach and squirmed against the fur.

“Mmm,” Lexi murmured.

A voice, spoken close enough to startle the bejesus out of her, said: “You’re late, slave.”

Lexi gasped and jumped off the bed, eyes searching the darkness. Dammit: Mason had gone and bought another gadget hadn’t he? One of those collars that changed the sound of his voice to something deep and dark.

“Back on the bed, slave,” Mason instructed.

Lexi crawled back onto the bed. She tried locating Mason, but all she had to go on was his weird voice and it seemed he was moving around, too.

Something touched her foot, and she tugged it away on instinct. But it had been a soft, whisper of a touch — silk, perhaps.

Despite her moving away, the touch returned a second later, now on her ankle.

How could he see where she was?

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