Chapter Fourteen
Gina watched Daddy step from the Sheikh’s limo and rushed to follow. She did not manage to escape the sharp pain as he pulled her out behind him, then up the stairs – Daddy’s own stairs at last – naked and on all fours. She couldn’t bother about the gravel drive cutting like jagged little teeth into her pretty knees. Her nose ring was better but it still hurt when Daddy jerked it roughly.
“Welcome home, Master Ward!” Ramesh, Daddy’s major domo, impeccable as usual in a pale grey suit and striped tie, stood on the broad, shaded veranda of the old Victorian mansion. Terry, Daddy’s tall, virile assistant, stood, in nurse’s whites, directly behind him.
She smiled up at Terry when Daddy handed him her lead – briefly, until she heard Daddy say, “Take her to the Treatment Room
