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He knew the rules.
Rewards were never simple. Not in this house.
Not with her.
So when she said, “You’ve earned something special tonight,”
he should’ve known better than to smile.
Because what followed wasn’t sex.
It was torment.
Beautiful, ruthless torment.
She made him sit on the floor—naked, caged, hands cuffed behind his back.
Mouth taped.
No gag tonight.
She wanted to hear him whimper.
The guest was already on the bed, spread out and grinning, lace panties discarded and knees wide. Her body soft and eager beneath the soft glow of the red bedroom lights.
His Domme stood above her in black lingerie that dripped power. Her thighs wrapped in velvet straps. Her boots still on.
> “You’ll sit there and watch me taste her,” she said. “And if I see you look away even once, I’ll edge you until your balls turn purple.”
He nodded, already trembling.
She kissed the woman slow—like she meant it.
Fingers sliding up the girl’s bare stomach, tugging gently at her nipple before trailing down.
