Mistress Damazonia - ...: -feminized- Natalie Mars-
A single tear traced down his cheek, smearing Natalie’s kiss into a pink rivulet. It was not a tear of shame. It was the release of a tension he’d been holding since birth.
“You are afraid of small spaces,” Damazonia stated. It was not a question. A datapad hovered beside her throne, displaying his psych profile in glowing blue script. “And you are afraid of silk.” -Feminized- Natalie Mars- Mistress Damazonia - ...
The man who stared back was not Marcus. The jaw was still his, the stubble a dark shadow. But the eyes… the eyes had softened. The posture had tilted. A hip cocked. A shoulder lowered. The fortress hadn't fallen. It had melted. A single tear traced down his cheek, smearing
“Look,” she commanded, turning him toward a mirror. ” she commanded
Marcus swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.”