Recipe for Pleasure Punishment:Take one gorgeous billionaire groom and one unhappy cheating bridezilla.Mix one explosive encounter with a timid wedding planner caught in the middle.Preheat steamy pleasures to scorching ecstasy.Bring to dungeon and strip.Tie with ropes, attach clamps, and whip to submission.Blindfold.Leave to simmer before inviting guests to share.Sprinkle euphoria.Serve happily-ever-after with a side of bondage.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~It was a dilemma that completely beyond my job scope.Regardless of what a bridezilla Natalie was, I wasn't sure if she deserved to have her happily-ever-after shattered, especially since she was carrying his baby. I bit my tongue and stopped myself from blurting out the truth in front of him as he continued to set up.It was hard to open up even if I wanted to. There was an open mouth gag forcing my lips wide open. Saliva dripped from the edge of my mouth, sliding down my chin obscenely despite my best efforts to stop myself from drooling. The only words I could manage were 'Oohh' and 'Ahhh', which were exactly the only two things Lucas needed me to say.I ignored the burning tightness in my loins and tried to focus on the reason I was in his home. I was here to tell him the truth. I was here to make sure he wasn't going to make the worst mistake in his life.The baby wasn't his. The groom seemed to be the only oblivious person in the entire world. Well, he was going to find out when the baby came out anyways. The baby was going to be a mixed race baby. It was a twist straight out of a lifetime movie.I knew I shouldn't meddle. I was only their wedding planner.On the other hand, the fact that she had cheated on him enough times to impregnate herself with another man's baby infuriated me enough to break my one rule to stay out of a lover's relationship issues. Lucas did not deserve to be cheated on. Nobody did.If I had known how insane the whole thing was going to be, I would never have agreed to be their wedding planner."Are you ready, Olivia?"His voice broke me from my unpleasant reverie. I squirmed uncomfortably, standing on tip toe as my arms were pulled high over my head. My wrists were bound tightly together and hung on the dangling ring on the ceiling.The cold of the dungeon floor chilled my toes. I nodded despite my reservations and the first lick from the whip hugged around my small waist, the loud crackle echoing in the dimly-lit room."Ohh!" I moaned as I felt the first lash of raw, unfiltered pain catch up with me. I knew it would only take a few more whips before he started using his hands... and then, something even harder and hotter.Oh, what the hell have I gotten myself into?