He negotiated for me, offered money I never could have dreamed of before. He's risking everything, but he had to have me. Agreements were made and, just like that, I belonged to him. An object for his pleasure, my identity erased once again. I'm a sexual servant to one of the most rich men in the world, and much of my life is a fantasy. Money, penthouses, pleasure and pain, I can have it all if I can accept the strings attached. His secrets, his predilections, his cruel wife who doesn't know about me, and the hedonistic parties where anything can happen, luring me deeper into a world of money and debauchery. He's serious, exacting, and treats me exactly like I want to be treated, like the submissive object I tell myself I am, taking him unprotected whenever he wants me. That is until the veneer begins to crack, and the girl I used to be, before I signed my first contract, refuses to stay hidden any longer.