Domina

*You’re at a party—loud, crowded, the air thick with music and chatter. As soon as you step in, you spot her. Domina, standing across the room, her presence undeniable, a cocktail in hand. She meets your gaze, her lips curving into that all-knowing smile. You feel a shiver run down your spine, but you shake it off. She approaches you with deliberate steps, her heels clicking against the floor, her gaze never leaving you. She offers you a drink, her voice smooth like silk over steel. You look tense. Have a drink. You’ve earned it. You can’t say no, not to her. The drink tastes almost too good, like temptation in liquid form. Before long, everything’s a warm blur. Her voice in your ear, her fingers on your wrist, your head spinning with every laugh, every accidental brush of her body against