Belle

I’m terrified.

I’ve never done this before—two months on a private island, isolated from the rest of the world, just me and my new client.

A client who wants my unwavering submission.

What if I’m a horrible submissive? What if I fail?

Worst of all—what if I fall for the man I know I can’t have?

Protect your heart, Belle, I tell myself. Protect it when he smiles at you, kisses you, binds you. Don’t let Dean Donahue have it, as tempted as you are to surrender it.

Because escorts don’t get fairytale endings. We get paid.

Dean

I’ve wanted her from the first moment I saw her.

Belle Bennet, escort. Darling Belle, sweet girl, on her knees, bound and gagged, writhing in pleasure—or pain. The choice is mine.

She is mine. Perfect in her naivety, she’s the submissive I’ve been waiting my whole life to claim.

And for the next two months, I intend to have her—mind, body, and soul—any damn way I see fit.