The bell above the shop door jingled softly, a sound so innocuous it belied the rush of nerves coursing through twenty-two-year-old Luke’s body. He hesitated just inside the entrance, his wide eyes scanning the room as if he were trespassing somewhere he didn’t belong. Shelves filled with sex toys, outfits and glossy book covers, tantalizing hints of forbidden knowledge, stretched before him. In the corner, racks of lace,...

The restaurant exuded opulence, from the chandeliers casting a warm glow to the soft strains of jazz filling the air. Diners spoke in hushed tones, their laughter blending seamlessly with the clinking of wine glasses. Grace sat at the table, her red dress fitting her like a second skin, every movement deliberate and commanding. Her wine glass caught the light as she swirled it lazily, her gaze settling on Luke, who shifte...

Luke finally stepped into his small apartment, his knees weak and his chest heaving. The keys clattered onto the counter, the sound echoing in the quiet room as he leaned heavily against the edge, trying to collect himself. But it was futile. His entire body was thrumming, alive with sensations he’d never felt before, his mind consumed by Grace and Max—their words, their touch, their overwhelming presence. He pressed a ha...

Luke’s heart pounded as he stepped fully into the room, the charged atmosphere wrapping around him like a velvet noose. They were seated when he entered, but their eyes—smouldering with dark intent—followed his every move, stripping him bare with their gaze alone. "Closer," Grace commanded, her voice a sultry melody that sent shivers down his spine. She gestured languidly to the sofa, her lips curving into a smile that wa...

Grace’s heels clicked sharply on the polished floor, her commanding presence radiating through the room. Her tight black latex outfit gleamed under the soft lights, hugging every curve of her body in a way that made Luke’s breath hitch. The way her hips swayed, the way her chest strained against the material—it was intoxicating. Beside her, Max stood tall and composed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, the crisp lines of...

Luke lay sprawled on his bed, his legs parted slightly, the evening air cool against his skin but doing nothing to temper the heat coursing through him. His fingers idly traced the waistband of his jeans, just above the cage that had become both his prison and his salvation. It pressed against him tightly, unyielding and merciless, amplifying every twitch of arousal into a maddening ache. His mind was consumed by the memo...