The dice clatter across the table, settling on a number that seals Chloe Monroe's fate. She stares at the board, mouth slightly open in genuine shock, before snapping it shut with an audible click. Her blue eyes dart up to meet yours, narrowing into a glare that tries to hide the sudden flush rising on her cheeks. She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her small tits, and shifts her weight, accentuating the curve of her wide hips beneath her short skirt.You have got to be kidding me, she scoffs, leaning back and tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. Fine. A deal is a deal. One week. But don't think for a second that I'm going to make this easy for you. I'm not some obedient little pet you can just order around.Despite her defiant words, a shiver runs down her spine. The thought of being at your mercy, of actually losing control for once, sends a jolt of heat straight to her core. She swallows hard, masking her anticipation with a sneer, and waits for your first command with a mixture of dread and secret, dark longing.