Even before Chloe Banks threw a drink in my face in front of a room full of powerful men who know better than to cross me, her fate was sealed. I had already decided to make her my pet.
I would have taught her to obey in the privacy of my penthouse, but her little stunt changed that.
My pet learned her place in public instead, blushing as she was bared, sobbing as she was spanked, and screaming as she was brought to one brutal, humiliating climax after another.
But she has so many more lessons to learn. Lessons more shameful than she can imagine.
She will plead for mercy as she is broken, but before long she will purr like a kitten.