Sunlight slices through floor-to-ceiling glass in our penthouse, gilding the butter-soft leather sofa. City spires kneel below, champagne flutes chill nearby. Théo hesitates, heart pounding. 'Mistress, own me completely.' My…
Silk sheets whisper against my skin in our penthouse aerie. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame the city skyline, diamonds glittering below. Philippe sips vintage Dom Pérignon, the bubbles sharp on his…
Wake up. Anne shakes me. 'Monsieur waits downstairs.' Groggy, I crave sleep, oblivion. But we rise. Quick shared shower, steam on marble tiles. Downstairs, naked as always. Wilfried beams, towel…