The rest of Mistress V’s spiel had been the usual—safewords, security, and where to find the servants’ stairways if they didn’t want to risk running into Bulls. Logistics. Venue rules. The kind of things that blurred into white noise when Laura’s mind was already half-upstairs, imagining the way the first Bull’s hands would feel on her skin. Around him, the other cucks stood in various states of anticipation—some rigid wi...

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 14th Annual Cuckold Casino Night." The stage lights had flickered on, casting a glow over the crowd. A woman in a tight bodysuit grinned into the microphone. "Tonight’s the night you’ve all been waiting for!" The crowd inched forward, a slow tide of stilettos and nervous laughter. Laura’s hip bumped against Pat’s thigh as they swayed toward the stage, her body molding into Pat's arm o...

The pain hit like a live wire—white-hot, searing, a brand pressed to his nerves. His back arched, a shrill sound tearing from his throat as the clamps came free, blood rushing back into his abused nipples with a vengeance. His cock, already trapped and throbbing, wilted inside the cage, the fire of arousal snuffed out in an instant. Fuck. Fuck. His mind scrambled, thoughts slipping like greased pigs. One second, he’d been...

The hallway’s fluorescent glare seared Pat’s retinas, jolting him like a live wire. He winced, vision blurring as Laura yanked him forward, the leash stretched taut between them. Ahead, the club’s main floor sprawled like a beast’s open maw—all crimson velvet and slick black leather, the air thick with the musk of sweat and something sharper, something that crackled like static. Laura didn’t hesitate. She moved with purpo...

The water drummed against their shoulders, the steam curling around them like a living thing. Laura’s fingers traced the curve of Pat’s jaw, her thumb brushing the smile that wouldn’t fade. He leaned into her touch, his own hands settled at the small of her back, holding her close—not possessive, not demanding, just there. She kissed him again, slower this time. No teeth, no dominance, just the soft press of her lips, the...

The door swung inward with a slow creak, warm air spilling over Pat’s bare skin. The maid’s grip on the leash tightened, a silent command pulling him forward. His blindfolded world tilted as he stepped over the threshold, the plug shifting inside him with each cautious movement as he was led further into the room. A hand—cool, firm—pressed between his shoulder blades, urging him to sit down. The chair’s leather groaned be...

The bass thrummed through Laura’s ribs as she stepped closer, Jake’s heat a solid presence at her back. The air smelled like sweat and leather, the musk of sex thick enough to taste. Pat was right there—bound, gagged, his chest rising in sharp little gasps, his throat working around the gag. A sheen of sweat glistened on his collarbone, spit running down his chin. Then she saw the couple. A woman sprawled on the table in...

The double doors swung shut behind Laura, sealing her inside the cavernous play space. Warm, amber lighting spilled across plush sofas arranged in loose clusters, their dark leather gleaming under the glow. Between them, sturdy wooden benches stood like silent sentinels, their surfaces polished smooth by countless restless hands. And then there were the other furnishings—frames of chrome and padded leather, strange contra...

The bedroom mirror fogged at the edges from the shower's lingering steam, but Laura's reflection cut through sharp--black lace clinging to her hips, the garter straps dangling like unspoken promises. She adjusted the stocking's seam, fingers deft, while Pat knelt behind her, his breath warm against the small of her back. "Tighter," she murmured, shifting her weight onto one heel. "The clasp is slipping." His fingers fumbl...