The Report
Louise
I had to let her go. I had to. And the more I repeated that thought the more desperate I acted to convince myself. She needed training. Not that I couldn’t do it, but whenever I tried to get serious Heather flashed those clear green eyes, or her face lit up with a little, coy smile. I’m sure her actions weren’t deliberate. How could you fake pure innocence? But when she did do it I would just melt like a f*****g schoolgirl. But, I’m the domme, right? Yeah, I kept saying that to myself each time we’d fall in bed together, much sooner than I’d plan, and whatever training Heather needed to do was soon forgotten.
And the night I told her that she needed to go to Marcus... Oh, what I would give to get that back. Not to mention the terrible things I said. But that sudden arg
