Chapter 2: Building Tension
With his heart pounding like a trapped bird, Yi Xian pushed through the plush, velvet curtains dividing the foyer from the illicit playground beyond. A sigh of decadent excitement escaped him; he'd yearned for this moment all week. An insistent hunger had been festering within him, a craving only the sting of dominance could sate, and Christine Lim was the dominatrix he longed to appease it.
Christine stood tall and poised in the middle of a room dotted with various BDSM apparatuses.