He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving her aching and empty, and before she could protest, he spun her…

The room was a crucible of unspoken promises, thick with the scent of polished leather and the faint…

I hated the truth in his words, the way my body betrayed me, clenching around his cock as…

His grip tightened, and before I could breathe, his mouth crashed into mine, a brutal kiss of teeth…

Consent is earned. My rules. My game. You play or you leave. Do you consent to Mistress River?