I expected opulence and it's exactly what I get. Every detail of the room screams money. The artwork alone is breathtaking. Damian walks over to me carrying a yellow folder, two wine glasses, and a bottle... Borgogno. I know it's expensive; why would I expect anything less?

I keep my mouth closed like a good little sub, giving him no reason to discipline me again. For one night, I can play his game. He will never know I crave so much more.

His eyebrow arches. Apparently, he's ...