Milo’s never been the kind of man women want to keep.Too quiet. Too awkward. Too filthy where it counts.He doesn’t date.He jerks off to girls he can’t speak to.And sometimes–when the guilt swallows the shame–he steals panties.Not from just anyone.From the ones who make his knees shake when they laugh.From the kind who don’t even look at him.And then one day… he gets caught.Red-handed.Hard.Sniffing her favorite black lace thong.She doesn’t scream.Doesn’t slap him.Doesn’t call the cops.She smirks.”You know,” she says, voice like velvet dripped in wine, “I’ve always wanted a man who understood what scent does to loyalty.”He thinks she’s joking.Until she puts a leash in his hand.Until she locks the door.Until she makes him choose.He could leave.He could forget the drawer.He could beg for mercy.Or…He could crawl.He could sniff.Lick.Worship.Obey.He could fall so deep he forgets what it’s like to think without the fog of her panties pressed to his mouth.She doesn’t tie him up at first.She doesn’t gag him.She lets him humiliate himself–watching the twitch of his caged cock as he begs for her used laundry.She leaves thongs under his pillow.She presses wet cotton against his nose and asks, “Still pretending you’re not mine?”She makes him serve, and smell, and thank her for every drop of shame she lets him keep.And Milo?He doesn’t want to escape.He wants to sink.To ache.To drown in the scent of the woman who never needed to raise her voice to own him.He doesn’t want sex.He wants to be possessed.And Isabella North?She wants to ruin him.One soaked thong at a time.

Owned by Her Scent: A Dark Femdom Panty-Worship Obedience Romance: She caught him sniffing. Now he sleeps in her panties. (Femdom Erotica Book 9) PDF

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