The slaves, both male and female, wore numbers pinned on their chests, as if they were olympic athletes, or were dancers auditioning for a Broadway musical. His slender food critic had dressed in a Gorean slave costume, her long legs stretching miles below it. She wore her high-heeled boots, framing her lean but muscular thighs in a way that made him want to sink his teeth into one. He’d be doing that and plenty more. After he smarted the backs of those shapely thighs with his belt until she howled.
When she caught sight of him from across the room, her face drained of color and she froze for a full three seconds before she abruptly snapped her head away.
He closed his eyes in pleasure. Making Portia Sands scamper like a frightened mouse gave him more joy than any other activity the Castle could offer.
Masters of the Castle: Punishing Portia by Darling Adams
Portia Sands hopes the dark and gorgeous Chicago chef who won the bid for her at the Castle charity auction doesn’t know her real identity as the food critic who tore him apart in a review the week before. She finds he hasn’t changed since culinary school–still arrogant, over-confident and domineering. Unfortunately, he has the same effect on her now as he did then: reducing her to a trembling mass of jello.
When he pushes her to her limits, placing her in a cage like a pet, she discovers he knows who she is, and means to exact revenge. She considers calling the Castle safeword to end their time together, but some part of her won’t allow it. Now she must survive three nights and three days as his slave, and somehow keep her heart in the process.