But with Lady Kimbrough...
Jealousy ruled her. All the time Emory and I had spent together only turned her eyes a deeper shade of green. And I was the trespasser, the one who had supplanted Lady Kimbrough in Emory’s universe. Lady Kimbrough’s anger apparently knew no bounds; not with Nikki whom she had kicked around more than once, spent and used beyond her personal limits, or with me. I had taken something from her, something that would never be duplicated, and she wanted her vengeance.
Now I stood in the center of her private dungeon. Dark, cold, forbidding. Implements of torture hung on the brick worked, mortared walls. To me they were not tools of pure pain, but devices to elicit a higher level of consciousness. Through their judicious application I had achieved heights of ecstasy no
