Deep Into Sub Space 1

Pierce Paris should’ve been wheels-up. Flight’s pushed. So he takes the detour he actually wants—London River’s dungeon. She orders the suit off. He’s too slow, so the insults land first. Naked, he’s shoved against cold cage bars. The flogger starts it. Then the crop bites. Then her bare hand cracks across skin already burning. She cups his balls, squeezes until he groans. Pain’s sharp, but she flips it—she kisses him deep, then yanks back, tells him to stick out his tongue, and smacks the wet muscle with the crop. He’s shaking, hard, owned. She grins. There’s more coming, and he’s nowhere near done.