How had she got here? Dim memories of a bar, too much to drink, a very, very handsome stranger, an unwise bet, a forfeit... sex slave for the weekend? It seemed like a good idea at the time... but she wasn't expecting to wake up, sober and alone, tied up like a puppet dangling from its strings, in a stone dungeon!

He stood in the doorway, a flogger dangling from his left hand. "Now for the second part of our wager..." he said.

Please welcome the lovely Nicky Phillips to RestrainedElegance.com!