The day was routine—on the surface. Tyrone was in his office reviewing a new acquisition deal, Daniel was at his desk outside, quiet and efficient. The air was charged with the afterglow of the night before, and Daniel carried it…

A light rain had started to fall as Evelyn pulled onto the winding gravel road leading to Jack Johnson’s cabin. The rhythmic hiss of the tires on wet stone mirrored the unease in her chest. She hadn’t planned on coming…

The house slept restlessly. Lights dimmed. Rooms quiet. Even the breeze through the hallway windows moved slower, as though the building itself was holding its breath. Maddie stood by her vanity, brushing her hair with slow, meditative strokes. The pale…

The formal dinner was over. The staff had left. The scent of roasted shallots and expensive wine lingered in the air, mingling with leather and musk. Tyrone’s penthouse lights had dimmed—everything now bathed in a low amber glow. The windows…

Let me make something very clear, panty boy:You don’t get to be a sissy without rules. You don’t get to wear my panties, my lipstick, or call yourself anything close to pretty—until you’ve earned it. Until you’ve submitted to it.…