About this book
“This belongs to me,” the Queen whispers, her gloved fingers wrapping around my cage. “Not to my daughter. Not to any of those other maids. To me.”
My body melts against her as I surrender. “Yes, Your Grace.”
Twenty-three days of denial. Twenty-three days of silk stockings against my skin, a corset forcing perfect posture, and a skirt designed to expose rather than conceal. The Queen’s punishment was meant to teach me obedience — but the Princess has other plans.
Each secret encounter leaves me marked, stretched, and closer to breaking. The cage prevents release, but my body betrays me with every drip, every moan, every shudder. When she commands me to imagine her toy is something else entirely, my resistance crumbles.
But the palace holds no secrets from the Queen.
