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Lia Li knows the rules: ask permission to touch, thank Master for every punishment, and wait on her knees until he’s ready to use her. After a full day of servitude and denied orgasms, Andrew Kane finally claims what’s his, breeding her with brutal while she begs for the release only he can grant. She is his property, and tonight he reminds her who controls her life.
Elena stirs in the dark of their Brooklyn bedroom, the collar cold against her throat, Marcus's fingers already pressing into her slick heat from behind. 'You've been good,' he murmurs, his voice roug
The town car glides through Brooklyn traffic, and Andrew's hand is already on Lia's thigh, sliding up beneath her skirt. He finds the wet silk of her thong and presses, making her gasp. 'Tell me what
Andrew rolls Lia onto her back, his weight settling over her as he pushes her thighs apart. He enters her in one slow, brutal thrust, and she cries out, her body still oversensitive from her last orga
Andrew leads Lia, barefoot and collared, into the back room of a neon-lit Tokyo sex shop, the owner's eyes cataloging her like merchandise as Andrew explains she's earned a permanent mark. The owner h
Lia wakes tangled in the hotel sheets at noon, the chastity belt's metal plate warm against her swollen clit, and Andrew is already dressed, holding the key on its ring as he tells her to get up—they'