Plugged for the Day The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, casting a soft glow over the neatly arranged space. The air held a faint trace of jasmine, a scent that always lingered when Claire was in control. For James, that fragrance was both a comfort and a signal—an unspoken promise of what was to come. Today, it hung heavier, laced with an undercurrent of authority that made his pulse qu...