Benedict’s POV
Click.
The sound is soft, but it echoes through me like a shot.
The leash hangs from her collar, the chain taut in my hand. My fingers tighten around it instinctively, not to pull—yet—but just to feel the weight of it. The weight of her.
She doesn’t move. Doesn’t question. Just blinks up at me with those wide, trusting eyes.
Fuck.
She’s had no training. No rules laid out. No safe words rehearsed.
But she follows every unspoken command like her body was made to obey mine.