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Claire thinks her husband is away on business, but Warren has packed his heels, his makeup, and the chastity device that locks away the man he pretends to be. When David Mercer, an Alpha Dom who recognizes a hungry sissy when he sees one, invites Willow for a drink at a Manhattan hotel bar, a week of stolen freedom becomes a calculated trap. David intends to use chastity, hormones, and manipulation to claim Willow permanently—and Claire will never see the truth coming.
Willow perches on a velvet stool at the hotel lobby bar, six-inch heels hooked on the brass rail, a martini sweating in her manicured fingers. David's dark eyes find her from across the room, and he r
Willow wakes in David's arms as he reaches for the belt on the nightstand, its leather creaking in the quiet. He tells her to kneel on the bed, and she obeys, the cage pressing between her thighs as h
Warren's key turns in the lock of his own front door, and the familiar scent of Claire's perfume hits him as he steps inside. She calls out from the kitchen, asking about his trip, and he forces a che
Warren locks the bathroom door again, the phone still warm in his hand. He reads David's message—'Counting'—and his fingers find the key in his pocket. He unlocks the cage, just for a moment, and the
Claire's thumb hovers over the keypad, her eyes locked on Warren's, the wig a blonde accusation on the table between them. Warren's fingers close around the cage key in his pocket, the metal warm, as