Thankfully, Brent and his friends decide to hit a strip club, so he doesn’t object when I get a cab and head home early. At last, I’m alone. I lay in bed, unable to sleep a wink until the dawn light filters through the curtains. God, every time I think I’ve finally gotten in control, everything fall to pieces. When Cam rescued me from that ugly scene with Brent at the Underground, I finally felt free. I pursued Cam until he agreed to let me be his sub: for the first time, I was going after what I wanted. I suddenly found myself in a whole new world of pleasure, but just when I allowed myself to believe in a better future, Brent’s blackmail brought it all crashing down. Now, I’m right where I started again. Trapped in a life that makes me empty inside. Doomed to deny my desires as a price for past sins. But you’re not the same. I feel a flare of determination. Seeing Cam again was painful and terrible, but being with him reminded me of everything that’s missing in my life.
