Dago allowed her only a brief pause. Barely the time to catch her breath, to register the tremor still running through her body, before his hand closed around her again and guided her downwards. Not violently, not with haste, but with a firmness that left no room for misunderstanding. Ashley sank to her knees almost instinctively, her body responding before her mind had fully caught up. The floor was cool beneath her palm...

She opened the door easily and pushed it shut, feeling the reassurance in its weight. The act of opening it and then closing it was part of accepting what she had wanted to happen. The dull thud behind her sealed a contract she had consciously signed, embracing whatever was about to unfold. The villa appeared to have been completely transformed into a place dedicated to a very particular kind of pleasure. What lay before...

The travel agency was both her kingdom and her gilded prison. Ashley lifted her eyes to the plaque on the door, “Dreamaway Travel," a name she had chosen years earlier, back when she still believed that organising escapes for others might be enough to quiet her restlessness. Now, sitting behind her desk as the owner, that same restlessness was finding an outlet she could never have imagined. The chat had become her hidden...