The second strike was slower. She pressed her hand to his chest, grounding him, before slamming her palm…

“You crawl well,” she said. “But posture is not obedience. Still too much pride behind your spine.” She…

He couldn’t. The cage throbbed between his legs, tight and unyielding. No arousal. No release. Only pressure. Pain….

The words should have made him laugh. But they didn’t. Because as she stepped closer, she radiated not…

Lana loved stilettos – There was something about the way they elongated her legs and added an air…