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...