I used warm oil. Then cold steel. You moaned. You bled. You begged. You succumbed to pain and pleasure.
My lace. Your weakness. My rules. Worship me in silence or suffer the tease and be denied.
Meira was so nervous for her audition at the premier new restaurant. She was a newer chef and recognized there was still much she had to learn but knew the only way to do that was through shadowing the best. …
The room thrummed with a heat that wasn’t just from the flickering candles lining the obsidian walls. It was the kind of heat that clawed at your skin, a fever born from the weight of eyes—hungry, predatory—watching from the shadows.…
Crushed Gently: A Giantess Tease For The Truly Small You’re two inches tall. Trapped in the arch of my stiletto. Pressed against leather that smells like skin and perfume and power. I didn’t notice you at first… or maybe I…