Chapter Eleven
Delia is exceedingly submissive. I notice this most when it’s just the two of us together. With other people, she sometimes balks. I assume that’s because of her inherent shyness. She’s like a delicate flower. Often she needs guidance—especially when I’m not at her side. But when I am, her degree of surrender is brilliant and passionate.
She loves to expose herself. Our second excursion to a leather boutique took us to a higher-class shop than Cavenor’s crude one. Her eyes light with little stars as she runs her hands along the halters, bras, and tiny skirts she sees. She burns a hole in my pocket with all that I end up buying. But for the pleasure of seeing her attired this way in public, I have little problem parting with my cash.
Her favorite passion—and one of mine—is
