Will’s P.O.V.
The Next Evening
I sit at the bar counter of the b**m club with a drink in my hand, hardly sipping. There are women in lace and leather, in collars, kneeling, laughing, and moaning.
But none of it excites me anymore.
None of it feels new. Or attractive.
Except her.
Iva.
She has taken over my mind. My senses. My f*****g soul.
I don’t even want to imagine someone else submitting to me. The way she does that, and the way she looks at me when I whisper ‘good girl,’ or when I tighten her cuffs, damn, it’s incredible.
She has done something to me. Some kind of spell. And I’m not fighting it.
“Don’t you think this club can be better?” A guy sitting a few stools away mutters to a girl, swirling his drink.
“How?” she asks.
“Like, here everyone can fulfil their desires, su
