I hold this court by never showing it anything. A throne is kept by staying unreachable.
The man kneeling on my crimson floor tonight is the one who sold me out.

Piers came back and asked for the collar. He offered no defense. He knelt and waited.
Last night I brought the leather hood down over his eyes, buckled the collar at his throat, and held him with my tail until nothing was left of him.
He thanked me afterward. That is when my hands gave me away.

That is the danger. Not the hood. That I want him kneeling for reasons no queen can afford.
He says my title in that quiet voice and something under my ribs answers.

The Blood Moon rises over the hall in three nights and the binding must be finished first.
Hooded. Collared. Held by my tail. Stripped of sight and sound until nothing remains but what I decide he is.
This throne rests on my control, the man I am binding broke me once already, and I chose him for the rite myself.
What kind of queen collars the traitor she still wants? What becomes of my court if he owns the part of me that yields?

A full-length dark femdom sensory deprivation collaring erotic novel featuring a demon queen and the submissive who once betrayed her.