The bedroom was silent, except for the frantic thumping of my heart. The white of my wedding gown felt like a lie against my skin. Behind me, David—the man who would be my father-in-law in less than two hours—stood like a shadow. He didn't move. He just watched me in the mirror.
"I said move, Benny," he commanded. His voice was a low, rough growl that made my stomach flip. "The clock is ticking. Show me you can be a good girl for your Master."
My hands were shaking so hard I could barely find the zipper. I reached behind my back, my fingers fumbling with the tiny buttons. Slide. The dress loosened. I let it fall. The expensive lace pooled around my ankles like a cloud of broken promises. I stepped out of it, standing there in nothing but my white stockings and garter belt.
He wasn't smi
