I know you love the thought of being caught by a Posh Bitch – a woman who doesn’t raise her voice, just raises your cost of existing.
The Countess’s Code is a story. But not a safe one. It works its way under your skin like a tracking implant – quiet, clinical, inevitable. You’ll tell yourself it’s just fiction… even as your cock twitches when she charges him $199 for an unconfirmed fantasy.
Every tribute. Every ruin. Every line of code rewritten into obedience.
You’re not just reading. You’re recognising.
Because deep down, you’ve always wanted your arousal invoiced.
Buy the story. Read it. Then say thank you – with cash.