Let her know what's going to happen

The blindfold wrapped tight around her head, snuffing out the light. The moment it went dark, Tasha felt her other senses flare—her breath sharp in her throat, her skin prickling with tension.

And then behind her, a chuckle.

Low. Calm. Almost affectionate. “Damn. You didn’t even notice, did you?”

Her wrists jerked against the cuffs instinctively. The metal clinked, unyielding. She twisted, trying to roll, but her arms were already pulled taut to the corners of the bed—face down, ****, completely exposed.

“That’s James. Not Jonathan.”

She froze.

No. That didn’t make sense.

But even as her mind reeled, the sounds confirmed it. The clinking of metal not from her own bonds, but from his. The man beneath her—who she thought was cuffed, gagged, helpless—was sitting up now. She could hear it. The slow, deliberate way leather buckles slipped loose. The gag being spat out with a low groan of relief. The blindfold peeled away with a dry rustle of fabric.

“I heard all about you,” James said, his voice rough from being gagged. There was amusement laced through it—something dangerous under the smile. “Visiting day stories. My brother doesn’t shut up when he thinks he’s winning.”

Tasha’s blood ran cold.

Visiting day.

Prison.

This wasn’t Jonathan’s kink. This wasn’t a prank. This wasn’t anything she knew.

It had all been a fucking trap.

“Jonathan never mentioned a twin,” she snapped, trying to sound angry, not scared.

“That’s because he never thought you were worth telling,” James replied, stretching like he’d just woken from a nap. “Fuckbuddy tier doesn’t usually get a family tree breakdown, right?”

The floor of her understanding dropped out beneath her.

She’d walked in blind—literally, now—and the man behind her, had cuffed her. His voice came again, no longer teasing.

“You’re going to be my little bribe.”

She stiffened.

He stepped in closer. She felt his presence now—solid and certain—just behind her bare ass, his breath brushing her spine.

“I look the other way while James violates a few... conditions,” he said smoothly. “And in exchange, you keep us entertained. For a week.”

A beat passed.

Then another voice joined in—James, moving on the bed now, the mattress shifting beneath his weight.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he drawled, coming closer. “You wanted to be used, right?”

His hand slid down her back—proprietary, amused, already choosing how he wanted her.

“We’ve got all week to get acquainted.”