Entangled With My Alpha Triplets

Thirty three

~Hazel~

What did "ready" even mean? Ready to beg? Ready to endure his wrath? Or was it something worse? Asher didn't elaborate, and that was part of his game—keeping me guessing, unraveling me little by little until there was nothing left.

A soft knock on the door startled me, and I shot to my feet. "Come in," I called.

A maid entered, head bowed, carrying a sleek black box tied with a crimson ribbon. She stopped a few paces in front of me, hands trembling slightly as she extended the package.

"This is from Master Asher," she said softly. "He instructed me to deliver it to you and said you should prepare immediately."

My fingers hovered over the box as if it might burn me. "Did he say anything else?"

The maid shook her head, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Only that you are not to delay."

I nodded, dismissing her with a wave. She left without another word, and the door clicked shut behind her.

The box felt heavier than it should as I carried it to the bed. My stomach churned with anticipation and dread as I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.

Inside, nestled against black silk, was the naughtiest piece of lingerie I had ever seen—thin lace in deep crimson that left little to the imagination. Next to it was a matching blindfold, soft and satiny, and a single note card written in Asher's commanding handwriting.

"Put these on. Nothing else. Kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for me. Do not speak unless I tell you to."

I read the note twice, my hands shaking as I set it aside. My pulse raced as heat crept up my neck and into my cheeks. Asher was nothing if not precise, his dominance laced into every word.

I shouldn't have felt this way—not after everything—but the command in his tone did something to me. I hated that it did.

I stood, holding the lingerie in my hands, and my heart thudded painfully as I began to slip out of my clothes.

This wasn't about forgiveness. This wasn't about love. This was about control.

And Asher always made sure I remembered who held it.

I fastened the straps of the lingerie, the lace clinging to my skin, exposing my boobs and tight ass in a way that could arouse any man.

"Tyler would love this." A tiny voice in my head.

"No, don't remind me of him. I belong to Asher, alright?" I shunned it.

"Do you? You want to tell me that you don't touch yourself to the thought of being with Tyler?"

"No, I don't. The two times we had it wasn't enough to make me turn my back against my husband." I countered firmly.

Then as if to seal my submission, I pulled the blindfold over my head and pushed myself into the darkness.

The loss of sight sharpened my senses as I awaited my punishment.

I knelt at the foot of the bed, as instructed, my palms resting flat on my thighs. Every second stretched into eternity as I waited, vulnerable and exposed, for him to come.

The door opened and the tension shot through my spine, swallowing hard and trying not to breathe too loud.

"Asher," I started, my voice breaking, but his sharp tone cut me off.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

I shook my head quickly, the blindfold shifting slightly with the motion.