My ankle cuffs have bells. My leash glows. My collar? I snapped it on your neck and made you walk behind me.

For a moment, the world narrowed to the tension between us, the air crackling with unspoken threats and…

Pride warred with need, but the ache in my pussy was a living thing, pulsing with desperation. “Fuck…

I, Amber Mae, was no saint either. Twenty four, with curves that turned heads and a mind that…

No, I don’t actually test the toys before I sell them. That’s against policy—at least, that’s what I…