Andrew's POV
The shift in power felt intoxicating, almost surreal. Just days ago, I was the gatekeeper, the hired man living in the modest gatehouse on the edge of Cassy Harrington’s sprawling estate.
I spent my days checking security cameras, opening gates for visitors, and maintaining the grounds. Now, the beautiful 33 year old widow who once signed my paychecks with elegant handwriting stood trembling before me in the basement dungeon I had secretly prepared over the past few weeks.
The custom suspension frame gleamed under the soft, warm lighting I had installed, a sturdy steel structure bolted securely into the reinforced ceiling and floor of the luxurious mansion’s lower level. Black padded walls and expensive soundproofing made the space feel both intimate and ominous.
Cassy’s
