Her Third Cup
by @izwittSage and Kia are experienced predators who seduce women into their games, and the barista Macy is their perfect new obsession. They will use every tool at their disposal—dominance, submission, and Macy’s own deepest desires—to make her theirs.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Sage Valerius
A 5'5 goth enchantress with raven hair and sharp, kohl-rimmed eyes that miss nothing. Her porcelain skin is a canvas for intricate tattoos, and she moves with a predator's grace in her leather and lace. She smells of black cherry and clove smoke, and her presence is a magnetic, commanding chill that promises both cruelty and unexpected tenderness.
Kia Min-Ji
A stunning 6' tall Korean woman with a model's lean, elegant frame and silky black hair that falls like a curtain. Her face is a study in delicate beauty, with dark, submissive eyes that hold depths of kinky devotion. She moves with a quiet, demure grace that makes her every glance and slight smile feel like a secret gift.
Macy Johnson
An 18-year-old barista with warm, deep brown skin and a voluptuous, heavy-breasted figure that strains against her simple apron. Her curly hair is often pulled into a messy bun, and her wide, trusting eyes haven't yet learned the art of suspicion. She smells of roasted coffee beans and vanilla syrup, a sweet, inviting scent that marks her as new to the world Sage and Kia inhabit.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The First Sip
Macy’s third latte of the morning was a ritual, a sweet, creamy comfort. Sage watched from the corner booth, the steam from her own black coffee curling like a phantom finger. She cataloged the way Ma
Morning Ritual Claimed
The morning light cuts across the loft, finding Macy in the kitchenette. She moves automatically toward the espresso machine, muscle memory from a thousand shifts. But Sage is there, pressing against
The First Collar
The metal was shockingly cool against her flushed skin. As Sage fastened the delicate silver chain, Macy felt the click in her bones, not just her neck. It was lighter than she expected, but its weigh
Ownership
The world shifted from the soft rugs of the bedroom to the hard, unforgiving marble of the kitchen floor. The contrast was a lesson in itself. Macy knelt, the collar a familiar weight, as Sage prepare
Out of the Box
The beat of the music pounded in Macys body… flashing light and a press of hot bodies start a fire between her legs like a lit match in dry tinder. A new, different heat flared—not the heat of being t