I belonged to Liam Hamilton. The contract was specific, I was his to be called upon whenever and however he pleased. On paper, I might be classified as his property; but deep down, I knew there was more to this. Whether or not he was willing to admit it, my bad boy biker billionaire had a soft spot and he belonged to me just as much as I belonged to him. For the time being though, I was to comply at all times. If not, the consequences would be dire. With the leather crop riding along my already tender skin, I knew I'd never willingly leave the depths of his playroom again.