She keeps everyone at arm's length. He has fifteen feet of coils that won't allow it.
Odette Rush doesn't do intimacy. She's perfected the art of keeping people close enough to be polite and far enough to be safe. But something's missing — she can feel it in every shallow breath, every touch that never goes deep enough. When she finds Dom Dot Com's naga rigger, she tells herself it's just bondage. Nothing that requires actually letting someone in.
Kiran has spent centuries being feared. Humans see his serpent coils and panic — they see monster, not man. At Dom Dot Com, women finally come to him wanting to be held. But Odette doesn't just want bondage. She craves the one thing that terrifies her: being truly, inescapably close.
And Kiran's coils? They don't let go.
As he wraps around her — body, mind, heart — Odette realizes she's not trapped. She's safe. And that's far more dangerous than any restraint.
She came for bondage. She stayed because his coils feel like home.
Odette Rush doesn't do intimacy. She's perfected the art of keeping people close enough to be polite and far enough to be safe. But something's missing — she can feel it in every shallow breath, every touch that never goes deep enough. When she finds Dom Dot Com's naga rigger, she tells herself it's just bondage. Nothing that requires actually letting someone in.
Kiran has spent centuries being feared. Humans see his serpent coils and panic — they see monster, not man. At Dom Dot Com, women finally come to him wanting to be held. But Odette doesn't just want bondage. She craves the one thing that terrifies her: being truly, inescapably close.
And Kiran's coils? They don't let go.
As he wraps around her — body, mind, heart — Odette realizes she's not trapped. She's safe. And that's far more dangerous than any restraint.
She came for bondage. She stayed because his coils feel like home.