Usually three kinksters in the back of a Rolls-Royce meant for a very pleasant car ride, but Simone had curled up with her head in Nora’s lap, stunned into silence, while Nora and Søren sat quietly side by side, only their fingers touching. Søren had told her everything he knew. One of Kingsley’s...
“I can do it. Try it again.” Nora took a deep breath followed by a deeper drink of her vodka and tonic. “Mistress, this is the fourth time.” Simone gave her a pleading look. “Are you sure?” “I’m sure. I got it this time. I’m ready. Do it, sub. Go.” ...
She’d read it last night outside Kingsley Edge’s house. She’d read it again at her apartment. After two readings she still didn’t know what to make of it. The file began with Eleanor Schreiber’s results from a physical she’d taken before starting her freshman year at NYU. ...
SAM REPEATED. “I’m offering you a job. Work for me.” “Work for you? Doing what?” Sam asked Kingsley as he threw a leg on to the bar and straightened his stocking. “I need a personal assistant,” Kingsley said, tilting his head...
For days after her exchange with Søren about the stained-glass window, Eleanor pondered his words. They’d lodged themselves in her heart like a bullet and she couldn’t dig them out with all the scalpels in the world. It was late on Thursday night. Nothing going on. She wal...