Emilia felt like a despicable slave, especially when she saw Dominic standing by the bed in his bathrobe. Shame flooded her entire body as she twisted her bound hands. "Mr. Hayes, please don't do this!"
Dominic lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, admiring her beautiful tied-up body with an ambiguous smile. "Wasn't it you who claimed you'd let me do anything as long as I paid you?"
Emilia panicked, shaking her head desperately.
She had indeed added that clause to the contract, but she never expected Dominic to be like this—this was b**m!
Dominic took out a red candle from the drawer and lit it directly with his cigarette. Under the harsh bedroom lights, the candle's glow seemed insignificant, yet it filled Emilia with terror.
What was he planning?
"No, no..."
