Rich Ladyвђ™s: Slave Role...

The next morning, Elara was back in her tailored charcoal suit, stepping into a waiting limo. Her assistant was already rattling off the day's crises. Elara listened, her face a mask of professional stoicism. But as she adjusted her silk scarf, her fingers brushed the faint, invisible mark of the collar she had worn the night before. She smiled a small, private smile. The world thought she was the one in control, but she knew the secret power of letting go.

When she finished, hours later, Julian walked the length of the hall. He stopped in front of her, lifting her chin with a single finger. "You did well, Elara. You can rest now." Rich Lady’s Slave Role...

"I have everything," she whispered, looking at her reddened hands. "But I belong to no one. Except here. Here, for a few hours, the world doesn't depend on me. I can just... be." The next morning, Elara was back in her