Blurb: Harrold lives an empty life. He has no joy in his marriage, no love of his work. His only reprieve is found at the hands of the whores, the ones he pays to beat and debase him. Upon being accepted into Blue Moon House, he learns the real cost for his desires, and what underlying need is really aching to be filled.
Harry fell flat to the floor, screaming at the pain. Lynn gripped his hair and pulled his head back. “Do you see red?” she asked.
Breaking out in a sweat, he pushed himself up. “No, madam.” He gasped for breath, his bottom aching and burning at the same time. Every muscle of his body was held taut in anticipation of pain.
The leather of the crop tapped his cheek, the smell making him wild. His hips rocked, seeking release.
“Good boy.” The next pain was smaller and unexpected. It felt like she had bitten him.
