Meira had always been an independent, strong willed woman. There were times, however, when she wanted to explore her deeper fantasies and that’s when her masochism began to surface. She hadn’t gone looking for someone who would indulge her needs…
I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.
Cynful Confessions: Blasphemy He came to my altar in a suit—tight around the neck, stiff in the pants. I laughed when he knelt, kissed my heels like a good little worshipper. His hands were shaking. I could smell the shame…
I hogtied you with bows and called you my cuddle toy. Want to hear how I ruined your mind with edging and glitter lube?
Her skin prickled at the challenge, but she forced a sultry smile, leaning close enough that her breath grazed his ear. “I’m not here to crawl, Julian. I’m here to take what’s mine.” His chuckle was low, a rumble that…