NicoAnyone who says red isn’t a color to worship has never seen Wren in this dress. God. She’s beautiful. Breathtaking. Dangerous. The moment she walked in tonight, my heart skipped—an involuntary beat I haven’t felt in years.It’s been a long time since I’ve collared a submissive as mine. Too long. But one look at Wren—especially in one of Sovereign’s scant uniforms—and all I can think about is fastening my collar around her neck, staking my claim where everyone can see it.But first, dinner. If she’s going to understand who I really am behind the suits, what I’m capable of, what I can offer if she agrees to my proposition, she needs a taste of my world. A controlled taste. A preview of what surrender to me would feel like.The thing about being a wealthy man with a taste for ropes, kinks, and a little pain is this: women love the fantasy, but very few are brave enough to hand you their trust and their body in exchange for mind-blowing pleasure.And yet there’s something about Wren—
Last Updated : 2026-08-31
