I don't call him sir because he outranks me. I call him sir because he owns me. The day Zayne Demiri arrived here I realized it isn't the commander who really runs this base. It's Zayne. He's chosen me to satisfy his needs and desires while he's busy establishing his control over this turf, and the heir to one of the most powerful mob syndicates in the world gets what he wants. That's why I'm naked, bound, and at his mercy. But it isn't the thought of being ravaged over and over with my bottom still burning from a spanking that has left me quivering with shame. It's the fact that he's going to make me beg for it.