Her "Master" for these sessions was Julian, a man who, in the real world, was a quiet history professor with a penchant for old books and tea. But here, he was the architect of her temporary cage.
In the glimmering skyline of Neo-Veridia, Elara Vance moved with the calculated grace of a woman who owned the world. As the heiress to the Vance Bio-Tech empire, her life was a series of high-stakes galas, sterile boardrooms, and the heavy silence of a penthouse built from titanium and glass. But Elara had a secret that didn’t fit the sleek, cold lines of her public persona. Every second Thursday, the CEO disappeared. Rich Lady’s Slave Role...
The next morning, Elara was back in her tailored charcoal suit, stepping into a waiting limo. Her assistant was already rattling off the day's crises. Elara listened, her face a mask of professional stoicism. But as she adjusted her silk scarf, her fingers brushed the faint, invisible mark of the collar she had worn the night before. She smiled a small, private smile. The world thought she was the one in control, but she knew the secret power of letting go. Her "Master" for these sessions was Julian, a
When she finished, hours later, Julian walked the length of the hall. He stopped in front of her, lifting her chin with a single finger. "You did well, Elara. You can rest now." As the heiress to the Vance Bio-Tech empire,