Chapter Seventeen
Travis
Travis watched Bobbie touch the hand of the graduate on stage and move back into her position.
“Come,” he told her.
She started at the sound of his voice, and quickly rose to her feet. He stepped toward her and gently placed his hand on her waist, guiding her toward the side exit of the auditorium. He made note of her expression—tense and pensive—and walked with her in silence to his office. When they entered, he directed her to the huge, overstuffed couch on which she’d recently received a whipping and told her to sit. Travis sat down in the leather recliner across from her.
“Tell me,” he said.
She slowly lowered herself onto the couch, flinching as the material met her strap welts. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes and looked away.
“Say it. Just say
