" Peter looks like the man who harmed you, but he would never harm you, or myself. He's a good man who shares our affinity for bondage. Would you be a...le to stay calm in his presence knowing this?" I think so, Mistress. If you wish me too." I do, and I wish you to understand that not all men want to hurt you. There will always be terrible men like your stepfather and stepbrother, and the two men who enslaved you, but overall, men are not your enemy. Do you understand?" Yes, Mistress. If you say. She wasn't in the front row drooling over his every word like her roomate, Kerry. If Dylan Rogers, soccer star and sex god hadn't taken the class she'd have not even considered it. He sat two rows over and she tried not to stare at his floppy hair and the way he'd rolled out of bed and walked to class in those sexy sweatpants that sat low on his hips. She couldn't help but imagine yanking them to the ground and licking a trail up his thigh to his... well rumor had it Dylan had "monster. His blonde hair was only a few inches long and had sexy curls that she longed to run her fingers through. She was about 5’2” with long red hair which was soaked from her recent shower. She wasn’t the kind of girl you would find wearing designer clothes, she was the sexy girl next door. She was a full figured girl with large tits and a nice ass.He kissed her neck and although she wanted him she pushed him away and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. He grabbed her and pulled her. One of the shortest females on the force, with blonde, bobbed hair, easy to arrange for the helmet she wore with pride. With her glasses, she looked smart, awake, on the dot, with freckles around her little nose.Commander Ratched, on the other hand, had a reputation and in the beginning, Harper was somewhat afraid of her. By the time she had started to respect her boss' stern kindness to her, the generosity with payments and compensations, the not so back-breaking work schedule. However, Harper.