Punished (For His Desire #3)

Michael asks more and more of Elena, will she be able to give him everything he desires? Especially since Michael is hiding secrets of his own...

Excerpt:
Elena looked around Michael’s office. It was enormous and immaculate, just as the other rooms in his house. Michel had left her alone in his office while he was dealing with an urgent matter with his staff. She fidgeted in her chair, just not able to sit still. She had too much on her mind and she stood up, deciding to look through Michael’s files.

Elena just wanted to know him better. He was intensely private and she thought perhaps if she could just learn one thing from his office it would be worth all of her searching. She left the door ajar so she could hear Michael’s footsteps when he returned.

All she knew of Michael’s work was that it involved the military; he never gave specifics about the job and he did not encourage questions in that area. She didn’t want to invade his privacy but she still began looking through Michael’s desk. She was frustrated to discover that most of his desk drawers were tightly locked.

Elena listened carefully for Michael’s footsteps as she approached his large credenza. Michael had obviously been inside of it recently as it was unlocked. Elena dug through the files, not even sure what she sought, but knowing she wanted to find something about Michael.

She flipped through the files, not taking the time to read anything in particular. There were so many and Elena was not certain how they were organized, though they were neatly arranged.

In the back of the credenza in a plain, unlabeled file, Elena found pictures. The file was crammed full of photos and seeing the file’s contents made Elena’s heart stop.

Inside were photos and photos of submissive women. Some of the women were wrapped in rope and blindfolded and gagged. Others were restrained with cuffs and chains. It was all beyond anything she and Michael had done and she was upset to see some of the things Michael was capable of doing. They were in a variety of positions, a variety of different bondages, but all quite helpless.

Her heart sank as she looked at them, at all of the restrictive bondage and the marks. Elena saw welts and red marks, scratches and bruises on otherwise unblemished flesh. Had Michael been angry when he did this? Was it play? She was shocked at what she saw, but beneath that was a huge undercurrent of jealousy.

“What the hell are you doing?” Michael demanded and Elena turned, startled. The file fell from her hands and the photos scattered onto the floor. There was no way for her to hide what she had been doing.