The private room was mine alone—soundproofed walls, dim amber lighting, a wide bed draped in black silk, restraints tucked discreetly in the headboard, every toy, tool arranged exactly where I liked them. No interruptions. No rules but the ones I set.
Amanda had taught me most of what I knew here: how to command, how to make a woman melt into complete submission, how to stay superior in every way that mattered. She’d molded me into this version of myself, and I’d always been grateful.
But Payton… Payton was different.
Even in the photos—even married, grieving, broken—she looked untouched. Innocent. Like her husband had been the only man to ever lay hands on her.
Something primal twisted inside me at the thought. I wanted to ruin that innocence slowly, carefully. I wanted to f**k her
