The Mansion
Chapters (51)
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CONTENT WARNING
This novel contains scenes of BDSM that may disturb some readers.
These scenes include impact play, restraint and binding, gagging, blindfolding, and verbal domination.
These scenes are depicted with safe practices. All characters involved in these scenes fully and enthusiastically consent to the activities depicted in the scenes, and consent and safety is discussed thoroughly in the text. There are also substantial cooldown and aftercare scenes in the text.
It is the author’s intent to depict safe BDSM practices realistically and as part of a healthy romantic relationship.
But, even with those precautions in place, some readers may want to avoid this book if any of the topics could be triggering.
CHLOE’S MANSION PLAYLIST
“C’est Comme Ça (Re: Wet Leg)” - Wet Leg
“Suburbia” - Pet Shop Boys
“Born Slippy (Nuxx)” - Underworld
“Don’t Delete the Kisses” - Wolf Alice
“i was all over her” - salvia paith
“Telephasic Workshop” - Boards of Canada
“Wild” - Beach House
“bad idea right?” - Olivia Rodrigo
PART ONE
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I looked at my phone to see the message that at this point I felt was inevitable:
Hey Violet! Sorry I had some stuff come up and I don’t think our date is going to work out! Sorry!
Sabrina’s cheery, smiling profile picture was next to the message, but any positive feelings I might have had for this woman evaporated entirely. I was sitting in a slightly too expensive restaurant that I’d made reservations for two weeks ago, wearing a cute dress, but the straps dug in to my armpits and the zipper itched between my shoulder blades. I guess when I thought I was going to have a wonderful first date with a woman, I was so excited I didn’t notice these things. Maybe I thought that if I wore a dress this cute, Sabrina would have no choice but to peel me out of it by the end of the night.
But now that wasn’t happening, obviously. I was almost an hour into this date, and the waiter was clearly getting annoyed when I kept telling him my date would be here in just a minute. With this message, I knew I had been lying to myself just as much as I was lying to him that this would be anything but a disaster.
I picked at the couple bits of the appetizer that still looked appealing to me, my appetite suddenly replaced with a lead ball in my stomach.