Chapter Twenty-two
There was an anxious, empty hole in her. It was more than just her loins that waited for his attention, more than just her body craving the blows of punishment, and the crass taking of her s*x. It was her mind. She needed his voice in the back of her head, guiding her still rocky initiation into this contract and its obligations. And beyond even that, there was a hollowness in her spirit.. There was nothing to paint that wasn’t empty, nothing to draw or write or sculpt without Max there to weave the curious garment of her submission.
Friday came at last with Caroline unable to wait any longer to find out her fate. She’d taken measures to set the elements of that fate in motion in a conversation with Roxanne on Tuesday.
“What happened with Max Friday night?” she inquir
