She bit back a whimper as a thrum of anticipation buzzing in her loins. The black iron shakles encirling her wrists prevented her from stroking the irremovable choker that encircled her slender throat, marking her as a mere object. The silky blindfold allowing her no reprieve from the terrifying yet thrilling uncertainty of what would come next.
The pain was exquisite, igniting a smoldering blaze of arousal that scorched her veins and made her gasp. Head spinning, thoughts tangled in wispy tendrils of desire, she could no longer discern between pleasure and pain, fear and delight.