The transition from the apartment to the cool, midnight air of the city was a blur of sensory overload for Madison. The pavement felt hard and unforgiving against her palms, and the slight breeze licked at her bare skin, making her nipples harden and her entire body tremble.
Mike led her with a steady, relentless pace, the leash a constant, heavy reminder of who held the power.
They turned a corner, leaving the main street behind and ducking into a narrow, dimly lit alleyway. The air here was thicker, smelling of damp brick and old stone.
The shadows were long and deep, stretching out like grasping fingers from the sides of the buildings. It was a quiet, desolate passage, but the silence was deceptive.
Every distant car horn or muffled footstep from the main road sounded like a thunderclap to Madison's heightened senses.
