Chapter 94

Harper’s POV

I follow Mason upstairs, my bare feet soft against the steps as he leads the way. He opens a door and steps inside, waiting just a few paces ahead of me. The room is dim but warm, quiet in a way that feels intentional. He turns to me and smiles, standing still in the center of the space.

“Remove everything,” he says, his voice low and firm.

I nod and obey without question. My fingers move slowly, pulling off each layer of clothing. I fold everything neatly, setting the pile to the side, and I watch him as he moves toward the far wall and gathers rope. There’s a lot of it, more than I expected. Long coils looped over his arm, his hands sure and practiced.

He’s mentioned tying me before. I’ve seen pictures, a few videos. Some were intricate and beautiful, others looked overwhelming, intense, maybe even a