Taryn was rich, spoiled, nineteen, and irritated at having to attend her father's charity ball. Toying with an older man, a rogue her father despised, seemed like an interesting way to spend the evening. He wasn't old money, like her, and was crude in his flattery and his insults. But she hadn't counted on the fever he would raise in her, hadn't counted on being hung by her wrists to experience the wild dark thrill of pleasure and pain at the hands of a very skilled dominant. And so, while the music played one floor below, she found herself blindfolded, gagged bound, and waiting for the footsteps which would signal another man... or was it the same one.. to force her to writhe and twist and cry out into the night with helpless pleasure.
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