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The Night Her Defiance Broke
I’ve always been a brat. It’s not a phase, not a costume I put on for fun.
The Delicate Art of Giving Control
An erotic tale of passion and desire.
Under the Silk Tie, a Secret Collar
The weight of the collar around my throat was as familiar as my heartbeat, a constant reminder that pulsed against my pulse points throughout every board meeting, every client presentation, every c...
Sensations in the Dark
The silk slides across your eyes, cool and smooth, stealing your sight in an instant. You blink reflexively, but there's only darkness now—perfect, complete, absolute.
Bound in Silence, Freed by Beauty
The studio smells of jute and sandalwood when you push open the heavy door, the scent wrapping around you like a promise you haven’t decided whether to keep. One dim lamp pools gold over the polis...
Perfectly Attuned: A Training Completed
The last pin slid into place with a soft, final click. It was a sound she knew as well as her own heartbeat now—the sound of the locking collar, the one that never came off except for her weekly m...
Every Buzz a Promise Unspoken
The first message came at 9:17 AM, right as I was settling into my ergonomic chair with my lukewarm coffee. I’d just powered up my dual monitors, the blue glow reflecting off my glossy lipstick, w...
She was his mentor in...
The amber streetlight caught the edge of the silver collar as it spun slowly on its hook in the boutique window, and Adrian paused. One heartbeat, two—long enough for the memory to slice clean thr...
A powerful CEO is a...
The leather of my executive chair creaks as I lean back, watching the city thirty-seven floors below through floor-to-ceiling windows. From here, everything looks small.
Bound by Trust, Begging for Mercy
The air in their bedroom was still and cool, scented faintly with the lingering aroma of sandalwood from a candle long extinguished. Julian stood before the broad, low bed, his hands methodically ...
The Highest Bidder's Secret Desires
The gavel’s echo died in the opulent silence of the hotel ballroom. My heart was a frantic bird against my ribs, its wings beating a frantic tattoo that roared in my ears.
The Pen and the Price of Freedom
The heavy cream envelope lies between us like a loaded gun, my name embossed in stark black ink across its pristine surface. Thirty days.
The Ledger of Permission and Pleasure
The leather-bound journal sat on the dresser, an unassuming object in the quiet bedroom. To anyone else, it might have been a sketchbook, a diary, a planner.
A Lesson in Leather and Longing
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, a low, steady heartbeat that seemed to pulse in time with my own. I stood just inside the doorway, clutching the strap of my purse like it was a lifeline...
Under His Hand and Her Choice
The elevator climbed toward the thirty-second floor with the lazy confidence of something that had made this ascent a thousand times. Inside, Mara watched the numbers change and tried to ignore th...