My flesh bends to his every whimEverything I have is his to use
Fleeing to Bluebell is my chance at a clean break. With a new teaching job and gig as the JV cheer coach, I'm excited to start over but more importantly, moving puts distance between my toxic, gaslighting parents and abusive ex.
Was I expecting to meet a smoking-hot cowboy who didn’t hesitate to suck a splinter from my palm my first day in town? Definitely not, and of course, he’s off-limits.
So imagine my surprise when I'm on my knees, my wrists bound, his leather painting my skin with crimson welts. My voice, weak and thin, desperately begging, “Please, Sir,” as my eyes roll back with euphoria.
Then the door crashes wide open, and standing there slack-jawed is the only student I’ve formed a bond with since I moved here, staring at me like she’s seen a ghost as I’m bound and begging…
For her father.
