Mia sat down at her desk and rubbed her wrists, trying to keep her mind off of what had just gone on behind the closed door of Sam’s secret room. The cuffs he’d used had been padded with fur, so they hadn’t hurt, but the sensation of being chained wouldn’t go away. She’d enjoyed it far more than she ever would’ve imagined.

Sitting on top of him, bouncing up and down, using her own body weight to create friction and bring herself to a pleasure point she’d never experienced before. The last time she’d been with Sam, she’d marveled at the way he took control and commanded her every move....