FIFTY SHADES OF FILTHY DESIRES
She was twenty-four at the time, fresh out of her master’s program, wearing a simple navy dress that looked elegant on her and completely out of place among the glittering crowd.
She had this quiet, earnest way of speaking about coral reefs and sea turtles that made the rest of the room feel loud and fake.
I was thirty-four, already running my own architecture firm, and known in certain private circles as someone who liked control in the boardroom and everywhere else.
I had been a fan of BDSM for over a decade. Safe, sane, consensual scenes with experienced partners who knew exactly what they were signing up for.
Whips, cuffs, ropes, rules, praise and punishment, it was part of who I was. Bu
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