pushed open a heavy wood door and there was a king-sized
bed with an antique headboard that was ornately carved.
Antique dressers, all from a different era. So much artwork on
the walls that there was barely space for wall to show. A thick,
heavy rug on the floor that was so big it could have taken up a
whole city block.
Her eyes searched frantically, scanning the room. She was
running out of time, and she knew it. She was already
committed to this. She’d committed when she’d lied about
being engaged to Giana, just hoping she could either search
her house herself or that she’d be able to talk to her about the
necklace and convince her to let her borrow it. It wasn’t a
good plan. It was a crazy, stupid, horrible plan, but somehow it
had worked.
It hasn’t. And you’re on thin damn ice.
Each step into Giana’s personal space felt more and more
wrong. Coralyn went anyway.
She walked to the first dresser, pulled open the top drawer,
and gasped. What the hell? It was full of…things. She knew
what those things were, but it made her face go hot to see
them, and she slammed the drawer shut. It didn’t stop her from
opening a second one, and this time her gasp was even louder.
The first one had contained straps, bonds, whips. The
second had all manner of toys. Strap-ons, things that were
probably butt plugs, but Coralyn wasn’t sure because she’d
never used one. Alright, so she’d never used any of this stuff.
Between having her mom die, trying to work and go to
school at the same time, and then having her dad get sick and
their lives unravelling stitch by stitch until the fabric holding
them together was no longer a garment, but pieces and tatters,