"Be still. Take the gift. Don’t you dare move." Irene Cross is ice-cold perfection—until the night Master James Wilder straps her naked to a chair, legs spread obscenely wide, and commands her to sit perfectly still while he ruins her for hours. No thrusting. No begging. Just dripping, trembling obedience as he edges her mercilessly with tongue, toys, and cruel pleasure. Every night he returns with darker gifts: vibrating plugs during board meetings, ropes by floor-to-ceiling windows, his thick c**k pounding her while she’s tied down and forbidden to rock her hips. The more she fights, the deeper he breaks her—until the only way she can come is bound, soaked, and completely at his mercy. But James doesn’t want just her body. He wants her total, helpless surrender. And Irene is terrified… because she’s beginning to crave the day he finally gives her the ultimate gift—his collar, his rules, and a lifetime of sitting still while her Master f***s her senseless in the filthiest, most delicious ways imaginable. Warning: 18+only. Intense bondage, orgasm denial, power exchange. For readers who want their heroines tied up, dripping, and forced to take every filthy gift without moving an inch.
