BOUND IN CHAINS (sample)

The room was dark, illuminated only by the flicker of candlelight that cast shifting shadows across the walls. The scent of leather and steel mingled in the air, underscored by something electric-anticipation. My wrists were bound above my head, heavy chains biting into my skin. Their soft rattle as I shifted were a stark reminder of where I stood, of who held all the power tonight.

I heard the deliberate click of boots on the hardwood floor, each step was a steady drumbeat that quickened my pulse. I didn't need to look up to know it was him. His presence filled the room, commanding and undeniable, like a storm rolling in.

"You look perfect like this," his voice murmured, low and rich, sending a shiver down my spine. "Completely at my mercy. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yes, Sir," | whispered, my voice shaking but resolute.

He stepped closer, tilting my chin upward with a single, gloved finger. His eyes locked onto mine-darkishly blond, intense, and full of promises. Slowly, he reached for the leather crop hanging from his belt, dragging it over my chest, letting the cool leather tease my heated skin.

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