Beneath Jean’s body he could barely meet her eyes, beneath her smugness and overwhelming s****l superiority he was profoundly diminished, yet somehow, paradoxically, this had led to transcendence. It was a perception that changed everything. Even since then, long before his eventual claiming and naming by Mistress, a slave he had truly become. Constantly he lavished the devilish minx who’d conquered him with ever more slavish devotion, always begging for a repeat of that strange, incendiary performance. But cruel Jean would only smile at him indulgently, and coyly respond that ‘she had to save something for the honeymoon – and after.’
Of course, long before it could get to that, she dropped him entirely, moving on to new man challenges and returning slave to his life of lonely, involuntar
