From the look on his face, she knew better than to beg for lenience. Her back and bottom still burned from the whipping and flogging. “Lunch has been and gone, so this is my time, no?”Ī tremor went through her as amusement lit his eyes. He kissed her so thoroughly that she felt owned right down to her soul and beyond, then smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “That is the point, is it not, chiquita?” The love in his eyes did not conceal the determination, the sheer steel of his character. His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so she stared up at him. Her breath huffed out as the tightness in her chest eased into warmth. “For sex, for clothing, for food and exercise. “The rest of the time, you submit completely to me,” Master R said. One worry…of being constantly monitored …disappeared. “You like rules and schedules, so…in the morning, from arising until noon-or at your job-you are in charge of yourself.” “You will have a small part of the day to call your own…although I may take that away eventually.” Master R considered her, his eyes narrowing. I’m also making one very big concession, chiquita,” he murmured. “You’re being awfully easygoing.” Disappointment, worry tightened her chest.
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