Excerpt - Chapter 1 - Dana
Dinnertime chatter about my photographic expedition to Palmisano Park faded into ritual gift-giving. White lights twinkled on the Christmas tree as I watched Sonya pull away the pretty wrapping paper, open the box, and pick up what at first glance resembled large, heavy chandelier earrings. They weren’t earrings. Fear flashed in her eyes, swiftly masked by a polite smile. I looked away and saw the lust glittering in her powerful, billionaire husband’s eyes. He licked his lips in anticipation of using the bejeweled nipple clamps on his wife, who loved him too much to deny him anything, no matter how unreasonable, degrading, or humiliating. She loved him with a slavish devotion that brainwashed a normally intelligent woman into living a life as a sex slave. The red leather collar she wore testified to that.
And, just like that, I’d had enough.
“No,” I growled as I half-rose and leaned across the dining room table to swipe the box from her hands, my own tight grip crushing the sturdy cardboard. As I settled back into the chair, my voice strengthened and I focused my anger upon him. “No, you selfish prick. You will not use these on her.”
He glared at me, surprise morphing into anger. I wanted to wince, but held my ground against the much bigger and imposing man.
“How dare you!” Bradley Vermont snarled, using the domineering voice that cowed his employees, colleagues, business associates, and Sonya. She ducked her head and cringed, waiting for the punishment he meted out regularly in their master-and-slave relationship. What little I’d witnessed of their hardcore BDSM lifestyle made my stomach churn, although Sonya swore that Brad loved her, took care of her, and gave her indescribable pleasure alongside the pain.