Tonight’s Agenda

The building had thinned to a hush, the city blinking below like it knew our secret. Ebony Rivers closed the boardroom door with a gentle click, silk blouse skimming her waist as she slid the contract across the glossy table. “You wanted an executive review,” she purred. “I prefer…hands-on revisions.”

Her nail traced a line where your name should go. Not yet. She leaned back on the table, one knee crossing the other, the slow reveal of a garter like a dare. “Terms are simple,” Ebony said, smile wicked and warm. “You follow directions. I make obedience feel like your best decision this quarter.”

“Look at me when you agree. Good. Now—sign.”

The pen shook in your grip; her approval didn’t. She adjusted your tie, tugging you into her gravity—soft perfume, steel focus. The city blurred. The only line that mattered was the one she drew across your willpower. Initial here. Surrender there. Bonus pending.

When the ink dried, Ebony stamped it with a kiss you felt in your spine. “File this under Compliance Achieved,” she whispered, fingertips grazing your jaw. “And if you ever need a refresher course, darling, you know exactly how to reach me.”

Consent. Discretion. Adult-only fantasy. © Ebony Rivers — The Sin Center.