Bound to My Lady's Bed and Left Aching: A Filthy Femdom Bondage and Denial Romance

Rowena's thumb twists the silver ring as she gives the first instruction over the open folder. The papers concern the niece we both guard, yet her words send heat through me and I know the bedroom waits with ties ready to secure my wrists to the posts.

I have spent years hiding the need to be kept, the terror that once she has used my surrender she will discard what remains. The crossed-keys tattoo on my chest will press against the silk while she commands my body and withholds every climax, leaving me desperate and straining for what only she controls, and the fear that she will tire of keeping me eats at me even as I obey.

Her eyes hold mine across the table. I should refuse. Instead I follow her to the room where the denial begins.