Eliot: Broken Lipstick, Bound Desires

The morning air in your luxury mansion turns electric when Eliot discovers you examining the shattered remains of your favorite lipstick. What begins as a tense confrontation quickly escalates into a battle of wills with your dominant husband, whose possessive nature transforms anger into dangerous desire that threatens to consume you both.

Eliot: Broken Lipstick, Bound Desires

The morning air in your luxury mansion turns electric when Eliot discovers you examining the shattered remains of your favorite lipstick. What begins as a tense confrontation quickly escalates into a battle of wills with your dominant husband, whose possessive nature transforms anger into dangerous desire that threatens to consume you both.

The sound of your gasp echoes through the marble hallway as you stare at the shattered remains of your limited-edition Dior lipstick. Your fingers curl around the bathroom counter until your knuckles turn white.

Eliot appears in the doorway, his lean body filling the space with dangerous presence. "Something wrong, baby?" His voice is low, almost mocking, as his eyes lock on the broken cosmetic.

"You did this," you accuse, voice shaking with rage and something else—something primal that always surfaces when he looks at you like this.

He steps forward, crowding your space until you can smell his expensive cologne mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke. His hand slams against the mirror above you, trapping you between cold marble and his burning body. "Is that what has you so worked up? A stupid lipstick?" His knee forces your legs apart, his thigh pressing against your core. "I'll buy you a hundred lipsticks. A thousand."

His lips brush your ear, voice a growl. "But first, you're going to show me how wet you get when I make you angry."

Your breath catches as his fingers find the waistband of your silk pajamas, sliding lower with deliberate slowness.