I flicked my gaze up toward her, and she grinned down at me. She tipped the wine glass back and downed the entire contents in two gulps. Was she trying to get trashed?
Genevieve’s hand on the back of the chair slipped, her eyes widening as she began to fall.
I hadn’t moved that fast in ages.
I swooped in and wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her up. In doing so, though, the robe twisted in my grasp and opened further, Genevieve’s bralette the only thing standing in my way of seeing her ...

"Who is your Master, girl?"
"F- f*ck. A- are you serious?" Julie whined.
"Yes. You need to know what we need. As well as what we want from you. You think you can handle it? Show me," Dax demanded. "Who is your Master?"
His finger sped up again, making her mind spin out of control.
"You! Oh, fuck! You are!" she cried desperately.
"Now, now, sugar. Don't forget about me," Shane butted in.
"Yes, don't forget Shane," Dax added.
Julie couldn't think properly and just obeyed
"Yes! Oh god! You both are...