Seven years ago, she was sheltered. In need of guidance. I was a newly-ordained priest with a vow of celibacy. Our torrid love affair ended in heartbreak.

We broke it off and went our separate ways.
I left the priesthood. She left her home.
Seven years later, she's stranded in my NYC Club while a blizzard rages outside, and she wants a taste of dominance.


I won't let another man lay eyes on her, much less touch her.

She's still my everything. My salvation.

And there's no way I'm letting her go...