I told myself her body was mine to give, that letting them see would only sharpen my claim.

Honora wears the leather into the clubhouse and lets every brother look, and I let her. The crescent scar above one nipple stays a secret only I know. The hotwife bargain means I stand back while the others milk her for the whole club. Their hands draw what belongs to me.

My claim on her is the only thing I have never questioned. The ledger stays open, the club keeps watching, and I keep my distance because I agreed to. If this display doesn't bind her tighter to me, I might lose the one thing I cannot replace.