Giselle came so violently that the ancient runes carved into her mahogany headboard cracked.

She had been so sure of herself.

For weeks the powerful lesbian witch had poured every ounce of her considerable talent into crafting the perfect domination curse. A spell of absolute control. Any woman who fucked her would become utterly, obsessively devoted to Giselle’s pleasure alone. They would live and breathe only to edge her, tease her, worship her clit and cunt and ass until she shattered into a sobbing, dripping, begging mess. No mercy. No limits. Just endless, selfish ecstasy for the witch who always took what she wanted.

Tonight, in the opulent darkness of...