When a woman is purchased by design and trickery to satisfy the sexual hunger of a man who has never been denied anything, she quickly learns her submissive place in his world of dominance and control. Domination is the only life he knows, having been taught well by his ruthless and greedy uncles. During the few times the man is away, the woman searches for explanations of her captivity, uncovering secrets about her captives so bizarre that she begins to fear for her survival.
Bambi thought it a bit odd that a mother would hire a prostitute for her son’s sexual pleasure, but she knew about the Wolf couple. Everyone did. The stories, or rumors, were rampant.
She reached out to turn off the water before her skin shriveled when a large firm hand wrapped around her forearm. Her eyes popped open and she sputtered as the water entered her mouth. She blinked a few times to be certain, but it was him. It was Canis and he was everything his portrait had portrayed him to be. He was tall and broad, muscled beyond belief, tanned, with a face to die for with eyes so big they were like windows. He was naked, and Bambi glanced down at the best part of him which would more than satisfy her. His legs were long and muscled and as thick as tree trunks. She felt her arm begin to burn and she noticed the redness spreading from the tight grip of him.