I slip away from my elite estate, heart racing, to my private garage nearby. Armoires gleam under soft lights, treasures from London sites: basques, corsets, garter belts, slit panties, sheer…
The elevator whispered to the penthouse summit, city lights sprawling below like a conquered empire. I stepped into his domain—plush leather sofas gleaming under dimmed crystal chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling glass walls…
The elevator hums to the penthouse floor, city lights sprawling below like a conquered empire. Nicolas's place: floor-to-ceiling glass walls, supple leather sofas sinking under my weight, a faint scent…