Trained For Her Pleasure Only: A Dark Femdom Orgasm Denial Romance

I decide when Idris is allowed release, and the denial keeps him focused on every command I give in this crumbling estate. His frame and that old limp echo through the halls as he waits for my next order, his body trained to my will alone.

The library should be only for the ledgers, yet the belt in the drawer reminds me how easily I could bind his wrists to the wood and extend his torment. When our fingers brush over the open pages, something shifts inside me.

I see the need in his eyes that goes beyond obedience, and it pulls at the control I have built to protect myself from exactly this. How long before his perfect submission makes me admit I cannot let him go?