mystquie

Winne Auston tightened her grip on the glass of bourbon, her nails pressing against the cool surface. The soft hum of jazz music filled the dimly lit lounge, the kind of place where secrets felt safe. She was waiting, as he instructed. Adam Sly was never late. The waiting wasn’t a test of time—it was a test of her patience, her resolve, her willingness to bend when the moment came.

Arousing {BDSM}

Days passed, and while the tension had faded, something unspoken still lingered between them. Winne knew Adam wanted to meet the twins, but the thought of it sent a wave of anxiety crashing over her. She wasn't ready for that step—not yet. The fear of disrupting the fragile balance she had created in her life gnawed at her, making her wonder if she ever truly would be.

One evening, Adam found her in his home office, sketching absentmindedly in her notebook. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "What's on your mind, Winne?"

She hesitated. "I've spent so much of my life making sure no one had power over me. And now, with you… I don't know how to balance it."

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "You don't have to. When you're with me, you don't have to be in control."

A shiver ran through her as he stepped closer, tilting her chin up. "Let me take care of you."

She exhaled, nodding. "I trust you."

Adam's hands ghosted over her wrists before gently guiding them behind her back. The familiar sensation of silk sliding over her skin sent warmth pooling in her stomach. "Good girl," he murmured, before capturing her lips in a slow, claiming kiss.

chapter 8