It was supposed to be simple: auction off my virginity to Tennyson Fox, get into his house, and find evidence of a murder he committed years ago. He bids on virgins but doesn’t use them – at least that’s what the Hamiltons told me when I agreed to the job. But what I didn’t count on was my body’s reaction to him or that when he makes me his, I want it to be real. When he teaches me about submission, I want to give him everything. His whips and restraints make me feel more cared for than anything else ever has. Yet I’m lying to him. And once he finds out I’m afraid he’ll send me away forever.
