Claire is finally settled into her new role as Mr. King's right-hand woman. However, she isn't sure she's as settled into Mr. King's life. However, when she discovers fraud, her life is turned upside-down. The only person who can help her is the only person she has ever loved. This action-packed story is 13k words of BDSM, temperature play, a tight corset, and the quest for a billionaire's love. “Take off your shirt. We need to ice those ribs,” he growled lustfully. I happily unbuttoned my shirt, and with his help slid it off my shoulders. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, my ribs and bruises made it too painful. He licked his lips, his hand caressing the under curve of my breast. His hand was cold from the ice packs and my nipple hardened at his touch. A low chuckle escaped his throat as he softly flicked the hard nub, sending a shiver through my body. “Lay on your stomach.” he commanded, his voice low and lustful. I carefully rolled to my stomach. He grabbed each wrist, bringing them together above my head, where he then tied them together with the bandage. He then looped the remaining bandage around the headboard, trying me down. I tested my bonds, and while tight, the elastic bandage was comfortable and had enough give that I could position myself comfortably. He then slid a satin scarf over my eyes. The fabric felt cool and slippery as it blocked out the light. With me tied to the bed face down I couldn't see much anyway, but the scarf seemed to heighten the experience. My skin prickled as he ran his fingertips down my spine, tracing the tops of my pants. He tugged gently at my sweats, pulling them off with ease. I lay in just my simple cotton underwear and socks. He pulled the socks off one at a time, tickling my feet slightly. I tried to kick him, but he was too fast. Cool fingers pulled my panties off, leaving me naked and tied to the bed. I felt the bed shift as he joined me on it, and I could feel his eyes looking down on me. He pulled my hair away from my neck, and kissed me softly. His kisses were cold, like a fall morning frost. The temperature surprised me, but I wanted more. He continued to kiss down my shoulder, the ice in his mouth cold and wonderful. I shivered, not from the cold bur from excitement. An ice cube touched the nape of my neck, the cold making me gasp. I ignored the pain in my ribs, the sensation of cold distracting me. He traced the ice to my shoulder blades, making small designs with the melting water. The cold felt wonderful against my skin. He picked his ice cube up and traced it down the length of my spine, from the nape of my neck to the curve of my lower back. I felt him lean over, and blow onto the trail of melted water. His breath was warm, but the water felt cold, making me shiver with anticipation. A throaty chuckle followed every shiver as he enjoyed himself...