Age of Innocence

Master Blackthorne has Jade back. She's the kind of woman who wants everything at once, every sharp edge and every slow burn, and she's come to him to find out what that means under ropes and steel. Jade asked for the works. Pain that bites deep. Pleasure that crawls slow. Blackthorne doesn't hold back. He chains her wrists high so her feet barely touch the floor, the cold links biting her skin, each slight swing setting the iron clinking in the dark. His black beard scrapes her neck when he leans in to check the knots. He works her over with clamps, canes, and his own hands, giving her the full weight of every sensation she's begged for. She shakes, she gasps, she leans into the burn like she needs it. He never rushes. Every strike, every pause, lands exactly where she asked it to.