Chapter 3

The silk tightly clung to me like a second skin, every step making the fabric shift and rub against my sore, hypersensitive flesh.

The deep red gown was cut so low in the center that the front of my breasts nearly spilled free, and a small silicone vibrator stayed in my bare pussy, held in place only by a pair of sheer, open-crotch panties he’d chosen for me.

The remote lay inside his tuxedo pocket, as he guided me through marble corridors toward the reception hall.

The ...