My lace. Your weakness. My rules. Worship me in silence or suffer the tease and be denied.
Sunny’s bright smile lit up the room as she settled into the plush massage chair. The warm ambient…
His eyes darkened, a storm of secrets and fury, but he didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, he ripped…
“Please, Bastian,” I panted, shame and need twisting together as I arched back, offering myself fully. “Fuck me….
His eyes flashed with something feral, a dangerous thrill, and before I could blink, he’d backed me against…