‘Now you just behave yourself,’ Francesca hissed. ‘You’re the one to blame for all this.’
Once more I heard the doms ascending the stairs, a heavier tread in their measured cadence. Instead of last Parnell and Marlena came in first, Marlena’s hand still firmly wrapped on Nita’s, Olive’s and Chamberlin’s trailing leashes, crawling like a pack of dogs. The other doms followed in a blatantly random order, an indication that no one now knew where they stood, unlike before when they entered the room. Last of all came Lawrence in a pair of leather pants; his chest still shiny, his stride full of confidence. They all made way for him and, without a glance at anyone else, Lawrence marched right up to the only chair in the room and sat down, like it was so natural. Without even looking my way his
