A Divine Bitch ALWAYS gets what she wants.

Mistress Lorelei Lee strides in like sin on stilettos. One look at Artemis Faux and the poor bastard's cock stands up like it's trying to salute. She doesn't miss a thing. Every slow stroke, every wicked squeeze keeps him right on the edge, sweat beading, muscles locked in the bondage that keeps him upright. His body strains against the ropes while her palm teases, her fingers curl, her blonde hair catching the light with every cruel little grin she shoots him. He can't breathe right. She doesn't care. She works him till his legs shake, then clamps down again, denying what every inch of him begs for. He gasps, bucks, curses under his breath, but she's nowhere near done. By the time she finally lets him spill, it's because she decided he could, not because he earned it. That's how she plays. And that's exactly how she always gets what she wants.