ISABELLA’S POV
I couldn’t explain what had overcome me. Or maybe I could. The searing pain from the scalding water ignited a desire for a more intense sensation a pleasurable pain that I associated with my master.
Lost in a haze, I forgot who was in the house and clung tightly to Levi’s right arm, pleading for him not to leave.
“Please stay, Master,” I whispered desperately. “I miss you so much.” The effects of the alcohol were fading, yet I still felt disoriented, as if I had lost touch with reality.
Why was I calling my boss ‘master’? Levi isn’t my master; it’s Mr L. But in that moment, none of that seemed to matter.
My master had once insisted on no face-to-face
BDSM. Yet now, in my confusion, I felt as though he was here with me. That Levi was my master.
Suddenly, I felt his pr
