ログイン“Close,” he says, voice tight. “I’m close.”I pull off him instantly, sit back on my heels, smiling slow. “No.”He chokes on a sound between a laugh and a plea. “Please.”“Ask me better.”“Please, Ma’am.”I tilt my head, studying him like something I’m not finished unwrapping. Then I sink back onto him in one long stroke that makes his eyes slam shut. I ride him again, hard, unforgiving. I talk to him while I do it—tell him how he feels inside me, how he’s going to keep his voice down, how he’ll tell me every time he’s close. And every time, I stop. Every time, I prove it.By the second edge he’s wrecked, breath ragged, muscles shaking, cuffs creaking as he fights the urge to grab me. “Hands stay where they are,” I remind him, and he nods, wrists straining but holding.I lose count somewhere after the third. I keep him there, keep him shaking, hovering on the knife edge where ache and pleasure blur together. I change rhythm, change angle, keep it new even when the rule stays the same.
I keep my fingers in his mouth until the last tremor of my orgasm fades, then slide them out and brush his jaw with a light tap. “Good boy.”He shudders like the words go straight through him. His throat works as he swallows. “Ma’am, can I touch you now?”“Not yet.” I let the smile tug slow at my mouth. “You’re enjoying this too much to give in, aren’t you?”He fights himself for a beat, then nods. “Right.”“Strip,” I tell him. “All the way.”He pushes up to his knees, hooks his thumbs in his waistband, and shoves his boxers down. They slide off his thighs and he steps out, careful but not clumsy. His cock springs free, already flushed and wet at the tip. He doesn’t touch himself.He doesn’t try to reach for me. He just stands there, arms loose, shoulders squared, eyes locked on mine like he knows I’ll be the one to decide what happens next.I take my time looking. Slow, shameless. Up the strong lines of his legs, the trail of hair at his stomach, the curve of his chest, the tension i
I stood outside the VIP room door, my pulse steadying before I stepped in. When I opened it, Daniel was already waiting for me, kneeling on the floor in nothing but his boxers. His head tilted up toward me, sheepish but trying to look confident.I arched a brow. "Not naked?"He let out a nervous laugh. "Felt weird just kneeling here with nothing on.""It isn’t weird," I corrected him, voice sharp but steady. "It makes you feel vulnerable. If keeping those on makes you feel safer, then you were right to keep them."Relief flashed across his face, his shoulders sinking a little. "Now that you’re here, I’m good."That pulled something deep in me, the satisfaction of knowing my presence calmed him. I liked that more than I wanted to admit.I let my gaze sweep the room, familiar but charged now that he was in it. A single bed dressed in black silk sheets stood against the far wall, cuffs tucked neatly at its corners.A heavy armchair sat angled toward it, the kind designed for lounging but
“So she didn’t even talk to you about it first?” I asked Daniel.He was halfway through his drink, shoulders starting to relax, like each swallow loosened the weight he’d carried all night. It surprised me how easy it felt to talk with him.Maybe it was the bourbon in his hand, or maybe it was the way he kept looking at me—like he needed someone to unload on, or maybe just needed me Either way, I didn’t mind. I needed this distraction as much as he did.He shook his head and let out a humorless laugh. “No. We walked in, she dragged me straight into one of the rooms, and there was another woman already waiting. Krysta just announced, ‘She’s going to teach you how to dom,’ like it was no big deal.” He laughed again, but there was bitterness in it.“And that’s when it blew up?” I asked.“Exactly. I never asked for that. I’ve never even hinted that I'd would like to spank her or call her names. She wanted it so badly, and I just kept going along with whatever she asked, but apparently I w
“We don’t need water,” she snaps, her voice sharp enough to make a few heads turn. Her lip curls like I’ve offended her, eyes flashing like I’m just staff she can brush aside. She sways in her heels—not falling-down drunk, but buzzed enough that every word comes out louder than it should. The nearby tables quiet, watching.I nudge the glass closer to her. “Take a minute. Cool off.” My shoulders square, and I plant myself between them. If she wants to push this further, she’ll have to go through me.She gives me a laugh that grates. “Why don’t you mind your own business? This is between me and him.” She flicks her hand toward him like he’s a piece of furniture.I let her words hang in the air before I answer. “It is my business. I own this club. Everything that happens under this roof is mine to deal with.”That lands. You can feel it in the room. A ripple moves through the crowd—relief, curiosity, maybe even a little satisfaction. People lean back, waiting. They’ve seen me step in be
The next storyI’ve spent most of the week stuck in my office. Tonight I finally gave myself a break and parked at the bar with a glass bourbon mixture dripping onto a messy stack of papers. Blueprints, notes from the city, one form stamped REVISIONS REQUIRED in angry red letters.A bag of tile samples sits by my feet and clinks every time I move. It’s late, I’m exhausted, and the remodel is wearing me down.From where I sit I can see most of the floor. Red leather couches curve around the dance area. High tops scatter like little islands. Velvet curtains mark the private booths on the edges. The back wall’s covered in mirrors so it looks like the place stretches on forever. It works—people get lost in the reflection. I built it that way.The bass rolls steady through the floor, not too loud, just enough to keep everyone moving. The DJ’s on the small stage in the center, guiding the beat. People drift in and out, talking, laughing, slipping behind the curtains at the back where the re
AmySilence. Neither of them moves. Neither of them looks away.I lean back onto the bed, letting my legs dangle over the edge, my fingers splayed against the soft sheets as I recline just enough for them to get a good look. My dress rides up a little, my body on display in a way that challenges th
AmyTall and broad-shouldered, he looks effortlessly put together even in a place like this. The black button-down he’s wearing stretches across his chest, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his strong, defined forearms.Dark slacks fit snugly against his hips, and his sharp jawline is dus
AmyI glance toward Blair, searching for her in the crowd. I spot her easily—lost in the embrace of both a man and a woman, their bodies swaying together in a slow, teasing rhythm. She laughs, tilting her head back, but even as she does, her sharp gaze darts to me.The moment our eyes lock, she tak
AmyThe Uber door slams shut behind me, and the warm, sticky night air wraps around me, thick with the sounds of the city. Neon lights flash overhead, casting a rhythmic dance of red and blue across the sidewalk. The line outside Fantasies winds down the block, buzzing with the anxious energy of th







