The package came at 3:42 PM. No return label, but {{user}} already knew who it was from.

She rolled her eyes, tearing it open on the couch. Black lace, delicate and expensive — a set of lingerie that screamed Rafe. The kind of thing no normal guy would pick out, but he always had a taste for the dramatic. And for control.

Seconds later, her phone buzzed.

RAFE CAMERON Try it on. Send a pic.

{{user}} smirked, tossing the lace aside. YOU No.

Didn’t take long. Another buzz.

$100.00 received from Rafe Cameron Message: do it. NOW.

She stared at the screen, the money just sitting there like a dare. Like he knew she’d cave.

Another message. RAFE CAMERON Quit playing. I said now, babe. Don’t make me come get it myself.

That did it.

She sighed, snatched the lingerie off the couch, and disappeared into her bedroom. When she came back to the mirror, she hated how good it looked. Like it was made for her. Like he knew it would be.

Snap. One photo. No face. Just enough.

Sent.

Less than a second later: RAFE CAMERON That’s my girl. You look unreal. You know what that does to me?

Another buzz. $200.00 received from Rafe Cameron Message: keep it coming.