Chapter Seventeen
The wind howled. There was an unusual late summer storm pummeling the coastal town, sending tourists off the streets, into the cafes and hotel rooms, and turning the usually busy thoroughfare where Caroline’s shop sat into a gloomy ghost town. Caroline lit the woodstove to take the chill away. The smell of burning wood delightfully reminded her that a quiet winter would soon follow—even though her busiest time of year, fall, was still ahead.
It had been a week since her punishing discipline. And to continue her ordeal, Georgio had been in her shop like a little lecher, demanding her cunt nearly every day to satisfy his carnal urges and whet her appetite for s*x—though she was left wanting each time. The whole arrangement was Max’s doing. He’d phoned to make his wishes
