Chapter Fourteen
She smelled the dry heat of the coal- stoked fire and bristled with fear. He promised he would mark her but she never believed that it would be in the form of a brand. She was tied down, her heart thumping madly as she waited. In those long minutes, she was so close to backing out. But then the brand came down against her ass and seared the skin. Every muscle in her tightened. Her skin was irrevocably altered by the act and she believed that red fire had changed her soul as well.
His Slave Queen, Marilyn Hayworth, 2007
Jackson….
Grant Ryan’s estate glittered that night. Rachel was on my arm, smiling. I’d picked out the blue backless dress for a purpose. Since Italy it had been too long since she’d been taken down. It wouldn’t come as a surprise this time. I gave her fa
