Book II in the Spanked Wives series.

I didn’t know what was worse anymore — when he opened that door, or when he closed it.

How many times had I wondered? How many minutes had I counted until they’d fallen away in the blackness, as unmoored, lost, and hopeless as I felt?

But there wasn’t time for that.

The only thing that mattered was figuring him out. What was he really after? What did he truly want?

For the thousandth time, I cursed my stupidity, my hubris, my idiotic conviction that I could pull this off. It was a cruel irony of fate that a single, impulsive, split second decision could profoundly influence the rest of a person’s life.

However long that might be.

I missed clothes — real clothes — not the all-access outfits he made me wear now. No, what I was allowed was little more than decoration, embellishment of the physical attributes of his new found toy.

How much more of this could I take? How much more did he intend to put me through?

What was the end game, when he finally got what he demanded?

I already suspected, deep down, that there could only be one end to this, a single conclusion to what this had become. My strength was ebbing away. I couldn’t deny it any longer.

What was the worse though was the temptation, the increasingly appealing prospect of simply...surrendering.

And giving him what he wanted...

Publisher's Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

The novel contains: pervasive BDSM themes, capture fantasy, intense and explicit sex, and (seriously) unequal power dynamics. If any of these activities or themes might be offensive to you, please do not buy or read this book.