My First Surrender: The Night Innocence Shattered
That dimly lit playroom. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. Wrists bound to the overhead ring, heels wobbling under me. First time like this. No turning back. He lifted my chin with the riding crop’s tip. Our eyes locked—mine defiant, hungry for surrender. He smiled, that wicked gleam. Crop trailed down, up, teasing…