The crowd was electric in the dimly lit main room of the Velvet Whip sex club. Men and women, clad in leather, lace, and latex, eagerly awaited the night’s main event. Hushed whispers and excited murmurs filled the air as…
The sun had dipped low behind the hills, casting the valley in a golden haze as Jack stood at the edge of his shop, sweat clinging to his bare chest. He watched the dust trail behind Delilah and her mother’s…
Morning arrived like a slow tide of regret and confusion. The air in the estate was thick with what had transpired the night before. Maddie lay tangled in warm silk sheets, Vanessa to her left, Celeste to her right—both of…
Mmmm. You’re calling again, piggy. I could feel it. My phone lights up with your desperate little name, and I just know your wallet’s already quivering. You miss me, don’t you? Say it. Say it louder. Good boy. You love…
Two Nights After Marcus LeftTyrone’s private residence — after midnight The city was asleep. From Tyrone’s penthouse, the skyline stretched like a jeweled belt of heat and shadows. The glass doors were cracked open, letting the summer breeze drift in.…
The crowd was electric in the dimly lit main room of the Velvet Whip sex club. Men and women, clad in leather, lace, and latex, eagerly awaited the night’s main event. Hushed whispers and excited murmurs filled the air as…
The sun had dipped low behind the hills, casting the valley in a golden haze as Jack stood at the edge of his shop, sweat clinging to his bare chest. He watched the dust trail behind Delilah and her mother’s…
Morning arrived like a slow tide of regret and confusion. The air in the estate was thick with what had transpired the night before. Maddie lay tangled in warm silk sheets, Vanessa to her left, Celeste to her right—both of…
Mmmm. You’re calling again, piggy. I could feel it. My phone lights up with your desperate little name, and I just know your wallet’s already quivering. You miss me, don’t you? Say it. Say it louder. Good boy. You love…
Two Nights After Marcus LeftTyrone’s private residence — after midnight The city was asleep. From Tyrone’s penthouse, the skyline stretched like a jeweled belt of heat and shadows. The glass doors were cracked open, letting the summer breeze drift in.…