Rockland (The Bachman Reign #3)

Prologue

At first, I fought him.

His discipline made me furious. His desire to control me set my temper aflame.

All the while my hatred growing.

The sting of his belt bit into my flesh as his chastising words burned into my mind.

Humiliating me.

I was never willing to admit how my body was responding to his harsh correction.

My voice crying, no. My mind crying, yes.

He did things I thought existed only in fantasy.

Owned places within me. Marking them as his. Places no one else had ever touched.

He milked every drop of ecstasy from me. Brought me back to life.

Through the pain, the pleasure he made me feel again.

Healing the wounds within me.

And in his dominance, he made me obey. Over time, drawing from me the gift of my submission.

Entwining my very soul to his.

Then he left.