My flesh bends to his every whim
Everything I have is his to use Fleeing to Bluebell is my chance at a clean break. With a new teaching job and gig as the JV cheer coach, I'm excited to start over but more importantly, moving puts distance between my toxic, gaslighting parents and abusive ex.
Was I expecting to meet a smoking-hot cowboy who didn't hesitate to suck a splinter from my palm my first day in town? Definitely not, and of course, he's off-limits.
So imagine my surprise when I'm on my knees, my wrists bound, his leather painting my skin with crimson welts. My voice, weak and thin, desperately begging, "
Please, Sir," as my eyes roll back with euphoria.
Then the door crashes wide open, and standing there slack-jawed is the only student I've formed a bond with since I moved here, staring at me like she's seen a ghost as I'm bound and begging...
For her father.