In the dimly lit dungeon, India Summer awaits her master's touch. Her wrists and ankles bound, she's at his mercy. He towered over her, his voice a low, dominant growl, "You know what I want, my pet." India nods, her breath hitching as he runs a leather-gloved hand along her body. He kneels between her legs, pushing them apart. She feels his gaze, hot and intense, before his fingers slip inside her, filling her, claiming her. She gasps, her body arching, as he begins to finger her roughly, expertly, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.