EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
Understand?
I nodded, throat dry, the weight of it sinking in. It was more than a loan; it was a contract written in flesh and fluids. But the money... God, the freedom it would buy.
'Yes, Daddy,' I whispered, the title feeling less foreign now, more like a key unlocking something dark inside me.
His smile widened, predatory.
'Good. Now, let's make it official.' He moved to a side cabinet, unlocking it with a key from his pocket. Inside wasn't files or liquor, but toys... leather cuffs, a whip with soft suede tails, a vibrating plug that gleamed under the desk lamp.