Two doms. One trembling sub. And me, pulling every string.
This isn’t a game for beginners. I paid for complete control—and I knew exactly who I wanted.
Nyx, the house domme with a voice like silk over steel. Marc, the most commanding man in the house. And Eli—our beautiful, obedient plaything. Nervous. Willing. Desperate to please.
From the moment Nyx steps into the Suite Spot, all sharp lines and black lace, it’s clear who holds the leash. Marc follows, calm and coiled like a predator. Eli kneels, already undone.
But it’s me who picked them. Me who sends the tips. Me who tells Nyx when to edge him. When Marc should take over. When Eli is allowed to cry out.
They know I’m watching, but they don’t know how hard I’m stroking to the sight of Eli being broken down by two masters of control.
And when Nyx finally looks at the camera, eyes burning, voice like smoke, and whispers, “Beg Mistress for more,” I almost do.
One submissive. Two dominant forces. And one voyeur Daddy orchestrating the burn.
I grew up in an agricultural community with more livestock per square mile than people. I ditched small-town life for college two time zones away before making my way to Los Angeles for my dream job. During my time in L.A., I split my time between urban spaces and beach towns.
Now that I've fully embraced suburban mom life, my creative outlet is daydreaming elaborate stories about strangers I pass in the street. I love writing high-heat, forbidden relationships where a happily ever after isn't guaranteed, but happy endings are. My favorite tropes are age gap, dad's best friend, ex's dad, ex's twin, forced proximity, playthings, professor, step-brother, step-dad, and sugar babies for hire.
Author of high-heat, forbidden stories where HEAs aren't guaranteed, but happy endings are.