I strolled out of the bathroom after sleeping for what felt like an eternity, dressed in a soft yellow nightgown I’d pulled from the wardrobe.

It was a little loose around the shoulders, clearly not made for me, but it was the only piece of women's clothing in the entire room. The realization sparked a dozen unanswered questions in my mind.

Why does Sullivan keep a woman's dress in his private estate? Why does he have a bedroom decorated like a high-end luxury suite for a woman?

Does the great, ruthless Don have a secret mistress? A wife? Or maybe another submissive like me? The possibilities swirled through my head...