The Dominant Woman Next Door: An Explicit Contemporary Femdom Neighbour Romance

The overdue notices on the lawn were supposed to be the end of it, but then Everett started looking at me like my orders were the answer to something he couldn't name. I give them anyway, sharp and sure, because his quick obedience makes me feel safe in a way I haven't since the foster homes. The stability of this duplex depends on it, yet his presence is starting to feel like the only thing I can't control.

Now the basement is dark except for the flashlight, and I know if I tell him not to move while I reach past him for that wooden spoon, he will freeze exactly as I say. His hunger for my control is obvious, but mine for his surrender is the secret I can't admit. How much longer before one command too many makes me need him more than the rules we both pretend to follow?