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?

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.

The room thrummed with a heat that wasn’t just from the flickering candles lining the obsidian walls. It…