The truth was that this taunt was not that far from the deepest truth our heroine knew at this moment. As she lay there on her stomach, her breasts being flattened against the muslin covering the counterpane, she was struck primarily by the sheer relief of being totally in the hands of someone so masterful who was so finely attuned to every nuance of her body’s responses. Of course, an answering voice practically shrieked, “But why must he use that wonderful sensitivity as much in service of giving me horrible pain and embarrassment in equal proportion to my pleasure?”
Her ankles were secured to ropes attached to the bottom posts of the bedframe, and when pulled taut, they stretched Blaise far wider than ever in her life. “My God,” she thought, “I am to spend the rest of my days being sub
