Three years ago, I called him Master.
Three years later, he called me Master.
Shen Yanqing, the most ruthless Buddhist devotee in Beijing’s elite circle.
He kept me like a dog for three years.
The day he went bankrupt, I snatched him away from the people hunting him.
I didn’t save him. I locked him up.
A bulletproof door, iron bars, a soundproof storage room.
I fastened the collar engraved with my name around his neck myself.
When he cried and called me “Master,” I stroked his head and said, “Good boy.”
He thought it was revenge.
I thought it was thrilling.
But when he took a knife for me, clung to me in his nightmares, and said “I don’t want to leave” with the door wide open...
That was when I understood:
I wasn’t the one who had tamed him.
With his sharp tongue and soft heart, he was the one who’d bound me to him.
Rumor in Beijing’s elite circle: Shen Yanqing has become Wen Yining’s dog.
Shen Yanqing responds, “I’m not a dog. I’m his loyal hound. You people don’t understand the difference.”
Fetishistic thrills · confinement · taming · falling hard · two unhinged leads · proud and protective · happy ending
