You watched me change over and over. Want to know which outfit made you explode in your cage while I said ‘oops’?
My ankle cuffs have bells. My leash glows. My collar? I snapped it on your neck and made you walk behind me.
I strutted into the dimly lit bar, my tight pencil skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of my creamy thighs. The patrons’ eyes followed my every move, undressing me with their hungry gazes. I knew I was the…
He wasn’t wrong. I’d come for him, driven by a need I couldn’t name—a mix of vengeance for a deal gone wrong that cost me more than money, and a primal hunger I couldn’t shake since I’d first heard his…