Stripped of all her defenses, gagged, and bound, she waited in the room she had been taken to. Fear warred with arousal so intense the lace of her panties was soaked through with her feminine juices. The rational part of her, the one that desperately wanted to conform to what society expected of her, screamed at her to struggle, to try and escape. This was wrong, perverted even, but from the moment she'd actually admitted this deepest, darkest fantasy she'd been consumed with the need to make it reality.
He'd been there at the munch she'd attended.
Tall, dark, mysterious, with a voice that dripped over her senses like molten chocolate.
"It can be arranged, you know."
Those six words, uttered in his deeply compelling voice had been all it took.
Here, now, at the club, fantasy was becoming reality.
She hadn't caught the identity of the masked men who'd grabbed her and taken her to this room, but she would have recognized his voice anywhere.
She jumped at the flick of the knife, too loud in the quiet room, and with every careful slice her clothes fell away until only her panties remained.
"You're all mine now, little one."
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