I went undercover to find a killer. Then he found me.

I signed up to the Restraint Club for work, not pleasure. Girls have been going missing and it’s my job to find out why.

I needed to blend in or risk blowing my cover.

So I submitted to the auction.

Now I’ve been bought by a sexy rich stranger and he wants to take my innocence.

I tell myself I’m only doing this to find out the truth.

But what began as work is starting to feel a lot like pleasure.

Even when it begins to hurt.