Chapter Eleven
Sprat and the Cat
Ed Marsh was kicking himself – figuratively speaking. Hogtied up into a back-breaking arch, his feet were bound so snug up against his buzzed-stuffed butt it was all he do to wriggle them. He had to settle for silent excoriation.
Everything was ruined. Despite the pain of his contortion, the throbbing of bruises and a blackened eye, the unforgiving floor and recurring bouts of claustrophobia, nothing hurt like the memory of Julie weeping and glaring betrayal at him. From declaring them married forever she now abominated him. And it was his own damn fault. He never should have let it come to this. Yet what else could he do?
It was Carrie’s sanctuary. Abby had just killed one of her fish. Mollifying her had been urgently in order. As the alpha-mistress sh
