Salvation

Seven years ago, she was sheltered. In need of guidance. I was a newly-ordained priest with a vow of celibacy. Our love affair was torrid, and wrong, and ended in heartbreak. We broke it off and went our separate ways. I left the priesthood. She left her home. Seven years later, she's stranded in my NYC Club while a blizzard rages outside, and she wants a taste of dominance. I won't let another man lay eyes on her, much less touch her. She's still my everything. My salvation. And there's no way I'm letting her go...