Power

“So you found me.” Her voice sounds calm, almost amused, but I hear the undertone that cuts through my bones. I stand in the doorway of her office, lit after midnight only by a single desk lamp. She’s not behind the desk, but in a … Read more

The elevator stops with a soft ping. Lukas steps out into a hallway of marble and dimmed light. His palms are damp, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his shoulders. Three months have passed since she looked at him in that bar—not fleetingly, but … Read more

Leather and cedarwood enveloped me as the door clicked shut—a heavy, sweetish scent that lodged in the nose and conjured dark rooms and silent agreements. I stood in a narrow hallway, the light dim, the walls paneled in dark wood. Before me, a woman in … Read more

“You set the rules, but I say when it stops.” Lena leaned against the darkly padded wall with her arms crossed, the light from the single lamp catching in her eyes. She wore a black dress that ended just above the knee, and her bare … Read more

Her fingers closed around my tie, and the knot gave way like a promise I didn’t yet understand. That was three weeks ago, and in every fiber of my body, the memory of that moment burned—the beginning of our erotic power story. Today I sit … Read more

The glass under Lena’s palms is cool as she presses him against the windowpane—below them, the city glitters like a stranded sea of stars, but his gaze hangs on her, on the wild gleam in her eyes that tells him tonight the rules are being … Read more

Her gaze at the club back then had not let him go. Not the provocative smile, not the lines of her dress—it was the way she had extended her hand to him, without hesitation, as if she already knew him. “Lena,” she said, and her … Read more

The coolness of the glass door presses against her back as I hold her there—not hard, but with a pressure that stifles any resistance in its infancy. Her breath catches, her eyes, clever and challenging, seek mine. In them glimmers that spark which has driven … Read more

Her laughter cut through the bar noise like a knife, and I knew: this woman I would lead. Today, three months later, she stands before me in our studio—a room of black leather and dim light that exists only for us. “Are you ready?” I … Read more

The brass handle lay cool in Lukas’s hand as he hesitated. Behind the heavy oak door – bleached wood that swallowed every sound – only the pounding of his own pulse, roaring in his ears. He pressed down the handle, the door swung open silently, … Read more