FogosaLucia

I Gave Myself Up, Bound to the Masters of the Secret Club

When the red collar tightened around my neck, I understood it was the only thing separating me from all the fangs watching me from the warehouse’s gloom.

The Night My Domme Put Me on Display at the Club

It had been months since I’d heard from her. Her call was an order, not an invitation: that night I would stop being a person and become her property.

The Assassin Who Lost More Than His Target

He thought it would be the easiest job of his life: a single man, defenseless, turned away. He didn’t count on those same hands deciding his ruin.