Chapter Twenty One
Bayswater Again
Some months back –when his lack of female company had first endowed her with some small s****l interest- Lambert had imagined taking his young Indian servant in ways she would be sure to find utterly humiliating.
Ramming home to her his power and her lack of such.
Whenever and wherever he wanted.
Oblivious to her objections and comfort.
She was there for his convenience and comfort, and his convenience and comfort –at least in his head- meant exactly the opposite where she was concerned. His disgust at himself for entertaining such thoughts in regard of one he considered so… “Lowly”… self-mitigated by the bestial acts his imagination forced her to endure as he entertained them.
Of course, had he possessed the necessary self-awareness, he would have
