Kate Domme

The dimly lit room was silent except for the soft clink of metal as he adjusted the chains. She knelt before him, her wrists bound behind her back, her body trembling with anticipation. His gaze was steady, commanding, as he circled her like a predator assessing its prey. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice

The dim glow of candlelight flickered against the walls of the chamber, casting shadows that danced like whispers of anticipation. Emma stood at the center of the room, her wrists bound by soft silk ropes, her breath shallow as she awaited his command. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and desire, and