Oh, Sarah! You impossible slut!
She had been turned on almost from the start, but too embarrassed to let on. The pain and her humiliation had been simply too overwhelming. However, with Fletcher gone, the sensations flooded through her. She didn’t need her fantasies for this. It was right there.
The difference was that in her imagination, pain was like snow seen through the windows of a warm cabin, something to enjoy without actually touching. What he had done was real, and that was a whole different thing. He had hurt her, and made her service him, and then left her like a punished child. The worst of it was that she hadn’t even been able to tell whether he had liked what she did. Well, maybe not the worst of it, she thought, thinking about it. The very worst was that she had wanted him
