Marionette

When Avery Callahan got a text from an unknown number, she never imagined she'd end up begging at the feet of the person on the other end.

But that's exactly where she finds herself barely twenty-four hours later. On her knees, naked, terrified, and more turned on than she ever dreamed possible.

It's embarrassing enough that this stranger knows her secrets, her fears, her darkest fantasies. But in his hands they're no longer confessions.
They're a leash—and he knows exactly how to pull.

His demands are humiliating. Explicit. Inescapable.

She could fight back. She could run. But he's thought of everything, closed every door, left her exactly one obey.

And somewhere in the heat of her surrender she stops asking when it will end and starts dreading the moment it does.